While i woke up from the white death

Blocking up the warm light of the morning sun

I try to looking for a little window there

My soul back into cold

Without those warmth touch my cold hands

I realize.....

That my heart too weak to build just a little window there

Tell me why??

I just felt that warmth of morning sun just for two days

And now my life back into cold and bleak.....

Beg for some warmth in this cold morning..