Sometimes a path of snow looks like a stream
And my heart aches as it's such a lovely scene
Not planted flowers blooming in crimson
Colors, feelings of warmer seasons
Just the pale snow without footprints
So bright making my eyes squint
I refuse to pass, I leave it untouched
As wild things are often unmarked
And when summer comes I wonder back
But you always stay my stream-like path.

I won't meet what I feel
I can't speak what I think
I'm tired of searching for You in the smallest details

I'm tired of Your name
It's all over the place
I can't live without seeing Your face

I'm lost in my lines
My papers into pieces
Traps and not releases

I can fall for You again
Whenever You want me to
Hoping You will love me too.

Sad, sad, sadness never happy
Hard for you to be this pretty
Cry away your pain in bathrooms
Secrets, perfumes, red "I love you"s

Dancing, silence, head back
Sparkling rivers I call teartracks
Smoke from your own cigarette
Some people you call hiraeth

Smile that hides a hundred stories,
Never tempted by blaze of glories
You write songs to forget cheaters
Lovers, leavers, secret keepers.

You pull me the curtain,
                        So I can see the lights
One of them turned red,
                       The other one went out
But I can still remember,
                       The way they used to look
And how they used to feel,
                       Some senses I can keep
Since I'm numb and only fear.