On quiet streets where the city sleeps, A gentle white light softly falls. In silent moments where the snow gathers, My heart is slowly painted anew. On the day of the first snow at dawn, Your memory blooms within my soul. Forgotten dreams and distant hearts, Come alive in the glow of the falling snow. On untouched paths with no footprints yet, Each flake carries whispers of the past. Seasons gone and time once lost, Return to me within this fleeting night. On the day of the first snow at dawn, Your smile shines bright across the air. Faded love and broken vows, Rest tonight in the quiet snow. Even if tomorrow makes me forget, This moment will forever remain. With a heart as pure as the falling snow, I’ll find the strength to begin again. On the day of the first snow at dawn, I softly call out your name once more. Lost seasons and tears I’ve shed, Now bloom in white beneath the morning light.
