The reed dismally grey
The frost snow white
The girl in my dream
Appears on the bank
I trudge upstream to meet her
The path is long and blocked
I turn downstream
There she is, in the middle of the river
The reed sadly whispering
The frost still not evaporating
The girl in my dream
Appears on the bank
I trek upstream to meet her
The path is steep and blocked
I turn downstream
There she is, on the shoal of the river
The reed gloomily dense
The frost thawing
The girl in my dream
Appears on the bank
I tramp upstream to meet her
The path is meandering and blocked
I turn downstream
There she is, on the sandbar of the river