The snow.
The city is almost blind.
The light. There's no other color in this world,
There is only the white color.
Your city like a ship
Is captured by the ice.
But I know one secret -
The snow will soon disappear,
The snow has a short lifetime.
Your city, warmed by the Sun,
Will float on the springtime water.
But I can't understand:
Who gifts us so much heat
To melt the snow?
One hundred long days
The snow was so strong,
And has disappeared without a trace
After only five warm days.