It was a cold, cold winter.
It's so cold it hurts.
Until we met each other.
Since then, you lit a bonfire in my heart.

When the world is cold to me.
Your fire embrace the warmth.
When the world is dark on me.
You light up like a candle of candy.

So many times we hold our hands.
You bring warmth and happiness to my life.
So many times, we also fight, eyes blank.
Times like that, my heart turns back to ice.

The fire that changed me.
The fire that has enlightened my path.
You're like a missing puzzle piece.
That I will always admire since the past.

Little dragonfly.
Flapping it's tiny wings.
Giving it's best try.
To ride the air in one swing.

Lights above a car.
Car under a tree.
Fireflies in my jar.
Nature over me.

Little dragonfly.
Show me where you live.
So I can sink myself into nature and try
Try to see how my imagination can dive.

Sneeze. Sneeze.
Sneezing in the breeze.
Sniffing my nose.
My hands freeze.

Cough. Cough.
The cold wind blows.
My whole body is shaking.
I seem more hollow.

Cough and sneeze.
Sickness with me.
I'm sick and tired.
So stay with me.

Water splashes.
Wind dashes.
Leaves dancing.
I'm stargazing.

Stars flashing.
Birds sleeping.
Quiet night.
Quite alright.

Stars shine bright.
Quiet night.
I'm stargazing.
You're watching.

Physical Education.
Filled with stress and frustration.
Running here and there like an idiot.
Can't stop looking ridiculous.

Hopping into sandbox.
Hopefully your knees won't knock.
Or running through a whole school yard.
Hopefully your legs won't react.

It's just frustration.
But it's also a competition.
To show who can endure the longest
Through the stress and become the best.

Tip toe.
Fingers on the go.
Moving on a piano.
Softly like snow.

The music fills my room.
Like a fairy in a shroom.
Little songs, little hum.
Flute, guitar, kits and drums.

A little essence, with a little piano.
With their fingers on the go.
With movements soft as snow.
Tip toe...

I always talk about a pillow.
I know she doesn't like it, but no
She sits there, lets me talk about it.
As I happily talk about it.

How I always love to hug the pillow
How I always stick with the pillow until now.
How I keep talking about my pillow.
And how I always cry with it in my sorrow.

I keep talking about it, she forcedly smile.
We've been talking about it for awhile.
Little did she know,
She was that pillow.