My heart has become a mountain of snow,
Where nothing stays but ice,
Where nothing but only the memories of dead love resides,
Which haunts me every night.
Everything is either blue or white,
and where every site is a plain site.
Every time the wind blows,
It makes uproar in my heart,
Which reopen the wound of the heartbreak and my endless desires.
My heart has become a mountain of snow,
Which waits for the sun to rise and shine,
And make that effect of the glitter on snow,
And melt my frozen heart with its warming rays,
help me bury the memories of dead love and find a new way,
where my happiness will sway.
My heart has become a mountain of snow,
Waiting for spring to come back,
With new hope and new life,
Where everything is colorful and not just a plain site.
Where the life blossoms in the shape of a flower,
And hope stays alive like a beautiful waterfall,
where cool breeze flow and soothe my wounds,
and the nectar of love help me revive soon.