Stan­ding asi­de for such long time I would­n’t mind if you were mine. Snow­fla­kes still fall and win­ter calls let­ters in bold: „I need your love”.

„To warm me up, to bring new life I could endu­re all, I am sure”. Then the snow melts the way I felt when you did say: „Ple­ase, baby, stay!”

Now win­te­r’s gone and so I’m done. You’ve said you don’t feel me, don’t long. You’re my best friend, I under­stand. Tho­ugh it’s a lot, it’s not enough.