infuriated water or snow was streaming, streaming and overflowing
probably the infuriated spring overflow exactly this is
our traces had left on the snow were streaming
Traces made by two of us were streaming
you’re the flow of my life
you’re my sorrow
you’re my world of joy
my losings and findings
you’re my sorrow
The snow is falling down again
seems like everything stayed under the snow
Water is streaming, months are passing, years are passing by
and I see you in the gazing of month and years