Did I tell you We would grow old together, my snow-girl? Do not wipe, let your tears flow... I will send hugs and the colours of the seasons... I promised you all of those colours, remember? I told you We were going to grow old together, my old girl... You look like rain and snow, and you look like joy... Look, I hid in the heat--- the most beautiful of smiles, And I know you to the point of pain, to your last turn... And I live through you, and I laugh with you, and I inhale you... If you go away, I’ll get up completely redundantly… You're getting old with me, I grow old with you, my snow-girl! You are my miracle! My life and love....
