This cold of my city reminds me of an unreachable place,
that I’ve never been to.

Reminds me of my crystal queen: severe and cold,
That I haven’t met yet.

Nostalgia for things that haven´t come invades me, saddens me, and flow through my eyes.

I miss a mirage, a long-forgotten dream.

I can feel nothing but white,
And the white
slowly starts
to fill
my
heart