The coldness creeps in without any reason.
My life is winter, my permanent season.

No ounce of warmth anywhere I go.
My bare feet on the ground, walking through snow.

In spring it rains and everything is alive.
I'm stuck in a blizzard where everything dies.

The sun in the sky must have been a mistake.
It refuses to melt the ice on my lake.

My frostbitten heart can endure no longer.
I keep getting weaker and not any stronger.

As hate fills my mind, I am stuck in a box, that is hidden beneath the cold and closed with a lock.

The key has been lost due to the freeze.
My voice has gone hoarse, I have run out of pleas.

I'll keep begging to the sun, but I doubt he will listen.
And every day the ice will continue to glisten.

No heat could relieve my ice drenched heart.
My life is winter and spring will never start.