If I tumble down this mountain,
will you tumble with me?
Rush downward with the avalanche I may go.
As I prepare to leave this world alone,
I confess it is not my ideal circumstance.
I confess that I wanted to love,
to love genuinely,
to love passionately,
to love thoroughly,
to love without regret …
even if such love was not delivered back to my door.
In the event of a rescue,
I hope our heads can be held above the snowfall.
If there is a notion known as a ‘graceful fall’,
perhaps it stands because you may fall with me,
therefore standing alongside me.
Pity my soul all you want;
I’ve seen myself at my bloodiest,
the blood that drenches the snowflakes in crimson.
If you can fall as I fall,
you just might see what I saw.
Then, our love could ski the same slope.
we could overcome this avalanche.