I was a foolish bride
I thought he love me
He said I will be his queen
I thought he loved me
But I saw what he done
And I turned my head
I lied to myself of what happen
He kept telling me lies
And now I ran on this day,
Our wedding, the snow
feels warm to me
I couldn't understand why
I fall to the snow
Hugging and crying to myself
I was a foolish bride
I gaze at a thing with emty eyes
It sping around me with dust
fellowing behind it...I-I...
I didn't bother to run
but hoping to kill me
It never killed me
I didn't look up
To see where I'm at
Tears still coming down
On my cold cheeks
A hand brush against me
I looked up and met ice blue eyes
Staring down on me lovingly
Hair as white as snow
He wore black robe
Is he a king? No
then he must have....
But then why is he gazing at me?
He gently kiss me, place a hand
where my heart is, I quickly became red
I remember....he's the king of winter...
...But have no queen.....
Then he wants me....
To be his queen?...
I felt warm again, but
It was coming from the king
Redness over came my cheeks
I was under his black robe
He giving me a ring....a wedding ring
I'm truly a foolish bride....
But his foolish wife
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