The frost hits me in the eye. and wakes me. these are blury winters. and I cannot see. I walk into the white light of the snow. when the sun comes. I break it with my shadow. which tales me where I go. The frost hits me in the eye. and wakes me. I am the snow falling down on you. I tear up your face with my frost. And make you run to somewhere warm. When I come I see you get away. I burst out about your emptyness. The frost hits me in the eye. and wakes me. these are blury winters. and I cannot see