Freezing, 

everything around us has been buried under the softness, 

the delicateness of longing for endless summers 

For the memories of light, warm touches under the Sun 

 

I ask her to hold me, 

but Chione and I are not the same 

For her heart is solid, and in her laugh I can hear the north wind screaming 

In the end, she is the goddess, a daughter of winter itself 

 

Be strong she whispers,  

her tone crisp like the air of a winter’s night 

I look up, her piercing gaze welcoming mine right in the middle 

How could I be like you, when my heart has been shattered like ice 

 

Was I once as beautiful, as bewitching as the goddess of snow, 

did I possess the power to freeze wandering eyes,  

Was I witty enough, 

of making all creatures adore my glowing presence 

 

Chione smiles, and on her lips I can see all the snowflakes, 

this wicked world has forgotten 

He lied, like all of his friends before him 

And yet I wish to love, to be worshipped with flaming passion 

 

Chione whispers, not to break the song of the wind around us, 

When love cuts you dear, remember your power 

Remember your thoughts, which linger in your mind as beautifully as the first snow, 

Your words, which are made of the most playful winds, 

Your eyes, which shine as bright as frost on water, 

And your heart, which has endured more than any storm is capable of causing 

 

Be as true as ice, 

As mesmerizing as an avalanche, 

But never, not in a million years, 

Let those who oppose you, those who do not know the loneliness of a winter’s night 

Shatter your beautiful heart any more, than you can shatter theirs