v Autumn like eternity, autumun colors that never end, for eternity I have waited for winter to come, for a white garland to fall on the ground. Finally the frozen rain covered the ground, and snow buried me underneath it, now the moon draws my shadow in the snow, revealing the scars of the cold, the old wounds ripped by the frost(routa). The child of the land of a thousand frozen lakes, waits for the arrival of their final morning. Although the Sun already rose, and the land is bathed with light, the ice in me won't break, for inside me there is only dark and cold. Cold..