I need to fill up my eyes with your smile I need to take this cold skin I am wearing and turn it into something you would wanna touch one day.
I'm holding to your memory Like an old lady holding to a bag where she keeps the scraps of a lonesome lifeβ A photograph, a book and some keys not opening any door. Not anymore.
I remember the talks we used to have late at night When you were asking me Who or what I am And I've never been able to give you an answear you'd like. Never found it.
And now you don't ask me anymore And it's late for anything I say and the spring is showing her beauty in the air while I am sitting here with my heart sinking in solitude. And the wind is blowing, is bringing sadness in theseΒ Β eyes of mine while the blossoms are flying up to the sky.
And for the first time in my life I have an answer:
I am the girl with blossoms in her hair and winter in the eyes