Autumn's leaves have gone as if there was word of an intimate sucide. And then the snow began to fall down upon the cold ground, while I laid here drifting off to sleep. Hopeful thoughts tried to creep into my mind, but my numbing anguish was stronger. Finally subsiding into a deep sleep, I dream about how I wish for the night that our stars will collide. Beacuse I still carry you inside and I'm never letting go.
