The Great Cold

However, the snow is melting.

On the coldest day of the year, we stand on the ice and

watching the snow, slowly melting like ice cream.

The ice on the bottom of our feet caught off guard

and, as expected, suddenly shattered.

Together with other broken pieces of ice

with other broken pieces of ice, towards a place where fate irresponsibly

The landscape along the way is different from the usual one.

The scenery along the way is no different from what you usually see

but in the rapid retreat

together with our past years, steepened by the collapse

beautiful because of the blur.

These are the last days of our lives.

The ice continues to crumble.

At a sharp turn, we hear ourselves screaming.

The snow is still melting.

Before the unpredictable fate, we smelled the snow

the sweetness of melting.