A flake of snow brings every winter in the belly, a memory stunned by the cold, the perpetual goodbye of the skies. And what if I can't wake up tomorrow! The light will always come to spray the everlasting ice. The petals hibernate at this time in secret passages open to elucidate new perspectives. A flake of snow falls with the frosty heart of joys, and a song that repeats when our night descends.