I am the snow, may bring joy or pain.
May want me gone or want me to stay.
You're caught in the blizzard yet you still don't know...
Leave now, I know you wouldn't like the show.

I'll leave a trail for you to know my presence
Don't take it the wrong way that I'll always be cold
Spring will come and flowers would bloom soon
First thing to do is the weeds, to prune.

I know you're a flower and I was your sun
But you see the moon ruled and took over.
The night was young, but seemed so hazy
Got lost in the fog, goodbye my daisy!