I trace my footprints in the snow
On this street full of lonely trees,
Walking for hours and heading for nowhere;
Dissolving thoughts in clouds of questions.

This atmosphere is driving me frantic:
My head is airborne, my heart in vibes;
The loneliness is frozen and scattered
Yet it's still just me and the winter.

I smell petals in the air
And shadows are becoming white;
Around I see familiar faces,
Closing my eyes to escape the fright.

I'm here at reaching the Goal.
I feel it but I don't know what;
Here, riddles are getting an answer,
And puzzles remember the snow.