Crying in the snow will do no good

The tears you cry will never come out

As the touch of blood feels like snow

The animal that lived before you must move on

Letting go is sometimes the only choice for us

But knowing in the furture that we did will make us stronger

We progress with our life knowing that death will follow

But we can only continue for time waits for no being

Life is with bueaty and warmth

While death is cold as winter

Don't cry over death

For that tears will never flow in the snow