Flowers can't grow when buried in snow,
at least, that's what we've been raised to know.
The cold nips at my ears, the wind blocking out the sound
of you, waiting in front of me, feet firmly on the ground.

I keep on heading forward though the storm forces me back.
It reminds me of myself-- no, the confidence that I lack.
It's a never-ending cycle of things I can't control.
I can't move on no matter how hard I try, for I play the lead role.

Snowflower, snowflower, your gaze as cold as ice.
Life's a game when I'm with you, it's you who rolls the dice.
I know you're hiding those plans from me, but I don't really care.
Because as long as I'm watching you, you would never dare.

You lead us, dear snowflower, rebelling against the laws
of nature in this cold, dark place-- proving that there's flaws
in every single thing we do, though we tend to ignore
the consequences of everything, and all that came before.

You treated me like royalty, although I am not much.
But then something happened and you changed, you bring pain with every touch.
I wish that I could tell you this, I well and truly do.
But it's hard to speak up when I live in fear of you.