Snow falls down on a winter’s night, while the cold winters wind blows from the east. Enchanting is must seem to see such a cold and hollow night with very little light from the stars above. Lost it seems are the summer days ago, when there was life all around. Tall blades of grass growing along the riverbanks, while the butterflies fly, the animals run, and the crickets cricketing in the evening time. Now reduce to nothing, no resemblance of life, no green grass growing, no animals to be seen, just the ground blanketed with snow and a cold hollow wind for a chorus. This barren frozen land, how beautiful you seem to me, such a haunting reflection.