The darkness of night covered the street, A silent dance of falling snow White gifts from the blackened sky, Sweet light games and shining dreams. Each whisper holds a peerless story, Silent snow that stirs a fire deep within me. The symphony of the stars is crowned with moonlight, And love extends into eternity. On this dark and lonely street, Just me… and the silent snow. On the road illuminated softly by the street-light, My steps float like lines of poetry written in snow. A spark awakens in my heart; I don’t know—what does she say? What does she think? It echoes through my steps, The hopes I once lost. Disappearing endlessly deep inside me— Storms, nightmares! The symphony of the stars is crowned with moonlight, And love extends into eternity. On this dark and lonely street, Just me… and the silent snow. Between the storms that voice of my soul, A single spark still refuses to die. And for a moment, in the quiet light, I find a fragile hope awakening inside.