It’s so cold without you here
This room full of recollection
Again takes hold of my heartstrings
And wrenches the marionette-like emotions in my soul.

The temperature change reminds me again
How lonely and desolate the winter can be
Endless expanse of pure white crystalline powder
Reflects the sunshine and my empty memories

I’m not looking forward to the frost of the future

I’m certainly trying to forget the pressure of the past

But I wish to preserve the present.

Because the past is what I need to remember
In order to move on to the future
And embrace the ecstasy of the present.