Balanced on a string so ambivalently in the wind
The frost masks our fate from where we fly
As the world behind becomes smaller.
With a whisper from the chill of winter wind,
I am provoked to speak, as you turn and smile
I see how simple falling in love can be
When all we know is you and me.
But it matters only to hear your voice,
To know your name.
For soon your smile beckons the sun
And the blue sky unearths my heaven.
When you turn left, I will turn right
I’ll follow the guidance of sunlight
To remember you only
From the white snow of heaven
Falling upon a cable car
Always true to its destination.