When snow melts, I'll come to you.
It would be difficult to do.
My home door's covered with cold ice
Which starts to melt before my eyes.
With thoughts of you I'll break the door.
They'll give me strengs to struggle much more.
Door has a lock. I have to tear
That lock away to breathe the air.
The air will dope my brain because
So long long time I have been closed.
Spring sun will keep me throuhg my way.
It will disperse the snow away.
I'll find the path that leads through rime.
I'll quicken steps to shorten time.
And step by step I'll feel you near.
I'll meet you, Love ! I'll meet you, Dear !