Just like, 

The snow that won’t completely melt away, 

Protected from the sun inside he shade, 

I live on with these feelings trapped inside. 

Tell me, what words am I suppose to use to finally close the door 

To end this love once and for all? 

Now it feels like you’ve lost everything, 

And everything lost tomorrow, and wonders ‘round eternally 

Alone and here along with me. 

Now stopped in time, I cant move on, 

I still can’t say goodbye to you 

‘cause you are here with me. 

 

Just like 

A spell the still won’t break although I try. 

Or  some kind of curse I can’t deny. 

Im carrying some heavy baggage still. 

Tell me, now that I’ve lost my everything, 

What kind of tomorrow should I look for in this town? 

*AH* 

 

My tears that fall, freeze in the sky. 

The cold I feel comes from deep inside. 

They still pretend to be so kind, 

But still they fall down all the time. 

 

Two people who were always one 

Were torn apart now one is gone 

And that's the end; 

that's how the story goes. 

 

 Even if it feels your everything 

 Has one day lost its shape again, 

 I'll just remember to believe 

You'll always live inside of me. 

Although I still can't say goodbye 

I'll try to move on once again. 

You'll always be with me. 

Oh, dear thunderstorm, where have you been. It always the golden sunshine days that get me. Your rain did not quench my thirst, but it cleaned my mind instead. I sit in the saddened field of beautiful wildflowers, drenched to the bone. Plucking the flowers and holding them in my cold hands. As they wilted away immediately, I felt utterly disappointed. The sense of hope wilted along amidst me, flawlessly timed with the flowers. As a strong-hearted pianist softly strikes on the keys of the grand piano on the stage, following the tempo. Or, a guitarist was plucking on the strings of her acoustic guitar. The thunderstorms won’t stop inside me, as you only feel acrimony towards me. Speaking to me in such a brusque demeanor. every year I’ve wasted away on you, hoping to find you searching for me back. As to all this time spent wasted on you, as if you wanted me back. Oh, how foolish could I have been. The sky is as dark as a dreary place at midnight for me, with no lights to cheer it up. I’m in this sad, dark room, In the back of the deep corner of my mind. The corner nobody has ever seen; the deepest darkest of despairs. The only thing that would make the darkness disappear is for a garden, one with every flower in the world, to grow within me. So the field of wildflowers can be reborn, fixed to survive throughout the darkest and scariest weather. If that would of happened, I would feel full of serendipity, and my wishes would be fulfilled. You would be happy, away from me.