When the icicle melts..

When the icicle melts
I just sleep on a iceberg
where all the migrant birds nest
hand in hand

all white world cannot resist
the existence of colored birds
in the middle of frozen lake
just next to the icy plain..

where our tears are all frozen within a second
I just lose the voice of love
our breath says the words of our own,
souls, deep inside of ourselves..

'til the bottom of the lake
I just sink
We just talk within a bubble of love
sink, sink