Just like the snow outside,
His heart is cold and white..
He doesn't want to sing carols,
He doesn't want a sleigh ride..
He wants to sit in cimmerian shade
and sink in his mindfulness
to reach the jolly memories
when she was by his side..
Just like the snow outside,
His heart is cold and white..
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
Just like the snow outside,
His heart is cold and white..
He doesn't want to sing carols,
He doesn't want a sleigh ride..
He wants to sit in cimmerian shade
and sink in his mindfulness
to reach the jolly memories
when she was by his side..
Just like the snow outside,
His heart is cold and white..
