The Last Snowfall

If this were the last snowfall No more halos on evergreen If this were the last glimpse of winter What would these eyes see? If this were the last slow curling Of your fingers in my palm If this were the last I felt you breathing How would I carry on? This is not the last snowfall Not our last embrace But if I were that kind of grateful What would I try to say? --- The Last Snowfall - Vienna Teng