The snowfall

The snowfall wrapped me in the melody of its music.

Soft music of swirling snowflakes…

I was going among the notes of that music.
It was a wonderful way along the line of harmony.

A white road without people…

I became the note of the perfect music by myself.
I became the snowflake in the cold air of the night.

Souls of snowflakes were flying in the music.

The white road without people…

The snowfall wrapped me in the melody of its music softly.