A daughter as pure as first fallen snowflakes
Separated from the external world by blankets
She loves and is loved by all for she is
A daughter as pure as first fallen snowflakes.
Spring comes as she grows, like a bud into a flower
In the sunbeam's warmth, she melts like snow
And into the world, she steps, young and beautiful.
She is so fragile and delicate, falling for everything.
Tears and blushes accompany her to everywhere she goes
From burning heart to the promised one.
Season's changes to hot summer as she
Daughter to wife and to a mother who loves and cares
She is everything but stays nothing.
No choice, no regret, sound and safe
Her eyes are nonetheless bright and she, herself, is sharp as
A needle as she leads everyone ahead
After the harvest comes the autumn [falls]
Another winter is coming ahead
Slowly losing everything but she never possessed
Her deed is done, her karma fulfilled
Let her drift away for she was war
Yet, was the dove and the olive branch
Her hands wrinkled, her eyes still bright
Towards the end of the falls, shadows sweep in
But she is happy and victorious
'Cause her light will drain yet won't die
Thus ends her vain worldly life
Seasons circle, she should too
Yes, its circle, unable are we don't find it out.