It's so white all around in the clear light of day,
Distances are hard to make out, and so are shapes.
A freezing wind blows, and in addition
Tears and snowflakes in my eyes are blurring my vision.

This time of year I'm reunited
With the demons I thought I'd lost in the summer.
A desperate frolic through this harrowing beauty,
It feels as though the winter never leaves.

I'm dragging my husk through the snowfall
On an obscure path that leads nowhere.
Wintertime always brings out the sadness in me
And a recurring nightmare has the face of a dead friend.

You never thought you'd die like this, right?
No one to hold your hand.
The ambrosia you have drunk was drawn from Lethe.
Before the first flowers of spring graves bloom in winter.

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