Everyone is a subject for change,
You did in a glimpse, so strange.
The way you say "I love you"
I heard a lie.
The way you laugh, dimples shown
But it feels so dry.
Busy days,
Tiring nights,
The distance,
Tell me where will I reside?
Did it slipped on your mind,
On how you acted so saccharine.
Nevertheless,
How long can I still call you mine?
Yes, a winter heart we could feel,
But we are in the middle of April.
