It's bright out
Outside my house, cheerful boys shout
When the morning will come at my doorstep
I will dream myself holding
A cup of latte
and make myself a wanderer
For outstanding scenery out the house.
It's morning now and I hear boys
Gandaki Province set to become 'Bright Gandaki Province'
Walking down the road
With snow on their hands
I see tiny fluffs of snow
Making their bodies cold and
Moments of merry times they make
Rolling and gathering snow from the road.
For a playful reason, they make snowballs
and throw each other tiny ice balls
and their cheeks freeze as the balls fall off.
They try to exchange happiness
By making hearts out of snowballs
And hurriedly snatch the moment
With their moment cameras.
When the snowmelt they use their wet hands
To cover their shimmering faces
And feel a chilling cold freshening their faces.
They hold each other by arms
And keep shouting along roads beside farms
About the freshness of morning weather
That reinstalls them back to life.
