Frozen.

„Blue, like the winter snow in the full moon
Black like the silhouettes of the trees
Late blooming flowers lie frozen underneath the storms
I want you to remember me that way

I’ll be there, will you wait for me here?
(How long?)
I don’t know, will you wait for me here?

Still as the river grows in December
Silent and perfect blinding ice
Spring keeps her promises
No cold can keep her back
I want you to remember me that way.“

Frozen Charlotte, Natalie Merchant