| Lullaby The snow falling down. While you sing a quiet lullaby, I catch a fleeting glimpse of your profile. I'm trapped in a small room, I love you while my spirit calls out to you. Words are needless, lost memories softened peacefully, but how strange. . . First there in that close place where I only just slept. Close beside you. The snow falling down. A soft lullaby. In the gentle night I bury my face in my hands. I don't want to know sorrowful experience, therefore let the singing stay as it is, As it is until this dawn. |