Before my dreams are turned to snow

Before my dreams are turned to snow,
I’ll make a step into the light.
I’m sorry but I need to go.
I cannot win this wisdom’s fight.

In winter stream of my desires,
I close my eyes, so you may see
How hopeful thoughts grow dark through fires.
And here’s my life in misery.

This mode of leaving you behind
In moist and misty endless world
Is just a tear that I can’t cry,
Is just a soul that wasn’t sold…