"Is my voice clear to you now?"

Everything is engulfed by snow, as everything melts into silence and grief.
When I hold up my hand,
The fragile snow melts upon my palm and dissolves to nothing.
Snow piles up like sand, once you gather, it all in one single piece.
"Is my voice clear to you now?"
If I were to speak, you would no longer be able to hear me.
You can tell me your lonely, you can tell me your aching.
I'll try to find a way, to cure your pain.
I beg you to not leave me, please don't ever betray me, I don't want to be alone, like once before.
Even if we're apart right now, can our souls become one?