Light steps of morning air
land on window ev'ry day
smiling sun bring rays of care
illuminating every way
through ashes of the snow
morning road reflects its glow
Silent laying tin from night
had turned into frozen sight
so cold as the frozen sword
of Ice Emperor, once adored
who said to have long ascend
By will of God was apprehend
Flowing air knocks to get attention
with frozen breath, forget ascension
tiny hands of frozen Anemone
in his eyes were brightly shone