Do you see little girl
Crying alone,
Rain falling down her lips?

Do you feel lifeless breath
Under her skin
Touching the string of the myth?

How come she's so lonely
And no one's around
To say that the Hope is still there?

Will she ever be gifted
With Love and the Crown
Of Freedom? Will ever be lifted?

It's sad that the story
Has no happy ending
And nothing can save her from Fall...

But still she is dreaming
And, living in summer,
Is praying for Winter and Snow.