How cold it is
On this wintry morning
The warmth I felt yesterday
Is gone, along with my hope-
Both have gone to waste.
Ah, I wonder if this warmth I feel is true-
And if even someone such as I
Could someday rise
And create a glint in one's eyes
Like you, my radiant sunrise.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 9:06 PM UTC
How cold it is
On this wintry morning
The warmth I felt yesterday
Is gone, along with my hope-
Both have gone to waste.
Ah, I wonder if this warmth I feel is true-
And if even someone such as I
Could someday rise
And create a glint in one's eyes
Like you, my radiant sunrise.
