Fixed aloft high over the night skies , as I was bright as the beauty that resides in eyes of the

beholder looking at the snowy winter wind that surges through the bosom of forest, tickeling her, milder. As always , the mountain stands tall and pure Open to gallants with unflinching desire and will To flag their victory in the forbidden kingdom The stream slips so shyly beneath the twinkles of Me and my companions thatonce were lives of some The stream will never come to bathe me In life once comes and goes for others For her, life forever remains ,for me too, now remains.