How dark my sky is;
So lovely and deep.
Soft snow has no hush
That can match the night.

Soft snow has no hush
Like the quiet black.
What can match the night
In the deepest dark?

Like the quiet black,
Drifting through the void
In the deepest dark,
Holding on to hope.

Drifting through the void;
How dark my sky is!
Holding on to hope
That can match the night.