Just a small rise in temperature is enough
to turn sparkling white snow into muddy and dirty slush.

Just an inconspicuous moment of hesitation is enough
to turn a resolution into empty words.

Just the slightest breath of laziness is enough
to turn promises into reproaches.

Well, be sure that mud won’t turn back into snow.
Trust won’t arise from disappointment.
But every following minute brings a chance to start again.

A chance for me.
A chance for you.
Because each of us carries the burden of their guilt.