While we set our camp on the snow
To escape the harsh breeze enveloping us,
Yet, it's nature we let it flow.
Blow your wish as the lights pass.
Snow dunes would not matter,
For when trees dance, they drop white.
Not Aurora but aurora.
Keep your sight to the bright.
For every luminous band, bang!
In the tent, it glows like Smith's.
Only our silhouette will ring
As we go, lest it fades.
