It's cold outside, there he is.
Standing in the snow with the letter from his father.
Just found out it was his last letter from his father, regretting for that silly fight about christmasday.
Realizing that is was his last christmas.
Walking between those fast cars thinking and thinking.

What if I stop?
Is it all worth it?
Was it all worth it?
What should I do?

There he was, looking at the water from the bridge.
Ready to answer all those questions.
Climbing on the slippery, cold edge.

I am ready.
But wait..
The letter..

He reads the letter.
Those words.. the strongest words he'd ever heard.
And there it was, his fathers motivation.. his motivation.
He climbs off and puts the letter in his pocket.
Takes a deep breath and walks away.