• Alone in December
    My love died,The scars are opening,
    one more time

    Her lips were the cure
    for my disease,
    Her eyes were the water
    of my sea

    The white snow
    remind me of the love
    I felt for her,
    Now,are just memories left

    On this cold night
    I tried to take my life,
    But I failed,
    Because I still see her in my mind....