|
Oh, such a breathtaking sight, |
|
Of purest beauty and innocence. |
|
Uncorrupted by this cruel world, |
|
Spirits not crushed by this cold life. |
|
I can't look away... |
|
You bathe in the sunlight of spring, |
|
While I'm forever stuck in this dreary autumn. |
|
Like a flower that will never bloom, |
|
Forever in this dreary autumn. |
|
You glow with the warmth of the sun, |
|
But your rays don't reach me. |
|
In the cold, dreary autumn, |
|
The sun doesn't warm... |
|
This dreadful emptiness, |
|
The cold, cold world. |
|
You slammed the door on me, |
|
you locked me in the cold. |
|
I craved your warmth, |
|
But it was to late. |
|
Too late you realised, |
|
That I was in the cold. |