The wind blows

The lady sings a moanful tune
On a moonless night.
Where do I come from?
Where do I go?
Wherever the wind blows.
Will the night ever end?
It seems like darkness
Forever.
The moanful tune
Continues
And I feel her sorrows.
A tune of yesterdays.
The goodbyes
We cannot say.
I think of tomorrow
But cannot remember
How it looks like.
The first snowflake
Falls tonight
I catch it in my palm
Feel the coldness
And then it's gone.
Wherever the wind blows.
That's where I will go.