It was a cold afternoon to remember
When I saw you first time as a stranger
That day cleaning the window turned to blessings on me
I waved from the window so you can notice me

I saw you again on the same street
But my preparation to talk you was not complete
Again I waved from the window
But except sadness nothing to do so

Days passed and changed to weeks
Damn those snow started touching your cheeks
The snow became blessed when it touched you...