I wanna watch her skate again and again
and argue with myself about what's more beautiful.

The smooth stokes she does
or the grinding sound of her blades biting the ice.

The way those white boots fit her perfectly
or the beauty who doesn't know how confident she looks.

I wanna watch her skate again and again
and argue with myself about which resembles her the most.

The mountains in the back covered with snow
just like her filled with joy.

The frozen ice glistening under the rising sun
just like her in the middle of the world.