Snowing on my tent

The silent night has showed the snowing as never,
Therefore, filled up with white the green grass of the first winter snowflakes.

Snowing as a rythmic last movement
Snowing like covering the last piece of that environment
Snowing and covering forever the dearest hero, that as cold as the nature remained.

I do care if the you dishevelled hair is up to present a new life not so unfair.

Snowing..Snowing...snowing...ya'

The old glories flertted with you like the flocked ought to be in a piled flogged red tent.
Forever like me and you captured in a filed moment.

So, snowing to make the fools (be) revealed
And snowing like a rythm that cannot be concluded by just saying too...too...