The Flower that Bloomed on a Frozen Night nnGoing back over that landscape I searched for your shadow nnWe desire peace too strongly and hurt one another nFrozen solitude rises into the cold sky and the flower falls nnI stood transfixed in the midst of a crumbling premonition nThe white light was gentle, like a flower disappearing in the palm of my hand nnOn nights when the snow sings, I think of you nIn this freezing room nMy memories, drained of color, are dazzlingly nDyed in solitude nnThe past that you amass creates your present nBecause one day you’ll be able to say that wounds that can’t be healed are not mistakes nnRight now we are looking up at different skies nI know we can cross over them nnThose memories I relive, as my breath is dyed white, bring you along nnThis moment is time reflected nSo as not to suffer for time that won’t return nA merry-go-round on which this brilliant world spins nSwaying with loneliness nnEven if I wither like a flower nI’ll remember you, I’ll feel you, as the seasons pass, inside my breast nnOn nights when the snow sings, I think of you nIn this freezing room nWaiting hopefully for my drowned future nI’ll live alone