Evade my memories, you never will,
no longer do I see
the slope of your nose,
the arch of your brows,
the curl of your lashes.
Feel your lips, I do,
see your eyes, I may,
but your face, evades me so.
From green to orange,
The snow, it drowns,
Life comes around.
Four times, this pattern,
Evade my memories, you never will
Feel your grasp, I do
Taste your words, I may
still, your love, evades me so.
From green to orange,
The snow, it drowns,
Life comes around
Five times this pattern,
Evade my memories, you never will.