I'm walking down this empty road
Only full with falling whiteness
I take my time to catch air
As I continue my stroll

I come to a stop
Seeing a man appearing in the park
Covered in a hat and scarf
Soon I start to see a raging war happening

Smelling this sweetness I start moving in its direction
I come to a house that seems to be empty
But there's a fork and pie set up
As my fatigue disappears I continue onwards yet again

My adventures almost over
But I have one last place to go
I carry myself up this steep mountain of snow
However I come to the top for a view

As the light arises in the morning
I race down this mountain
Only to see my destination
I stop or a moment once again

I'm surrounded by familiar faces
My fantasy stops to show me reality
I close my eyes and lift my head up towards the clear sky
This feeling makes me feel in peace but also cold
I open my eyes to see the winter snow