I'll forever hate that orange kitchen,
Lingering through floors if I see you,
Another place where I might meet you
Hoping it's you I run into,

My fear to give you that small white letter,
I wrote to you under snowy weather,
And now spring came back, like it never left,
My feelings, the letter, it's still kept

Summer came and washed away
Everything that seemed so clear,
My friend told me, she always loved you
Last string cut, I have to get through.