The snow melted too fast and people are not happy Anymore [The snow melted too fast and people are not happy Anymore] Nevertheless this morning, the spotless city seemed more Welcoming. A sweet impression of journey woke up in me. Is that square the one I know so well, this city the one I really know. [Is that square the one I know so well, this city the one I really know. Is that square the one I know so well, this city the one I really know.] I take pictures, The streets virgin of step, The covered garbage cans. Everything is usually so grey, the white is refreshing. Then I went back home telling myself I maybe lost the road [Then I went back home telling myself I maybe lost the road] Then I went back home telling myself I maybe lost my road.