I see a flower, outside in the cold..surrounded by snow. I fell the smell of the lost spring, i feel the love that passed away. I waited you to be warm,but you give me ice and snow. Awaiting the spring that sometimes turns to winter, awaiting the sun that never come when i want. The lost flower of a girl that never come back, the memory that cannot be erased. I wish i could have the spring again, when the beautiful flower rise in the sun, when all things go to normal..again.
When the snow falls again..i am still here.
