T'was the cold end of December.
But none on that moment could defeat
The coldness I've suffered -
From the warmth, the feelings that fleet.
When I asked 'what',
You said 'just because'.
When I asked 'why'
You said 'just because'.
Desperately, I said 'NO!'
Frankly, you said 'yes'.
I held you tight;
You let me go.
Red roses have gone dry and wither
Letters crumpled in shame,
Sweet bars have gone bitter -
It's no longer the same.
It was another cold end of December.
A fleeting moment,
That only time could heal and end.
The same fleeting moment - which I had long and wish to forget.
