By the light of the moon
I am writing to you
of what I did today
The rue down the street is alight
and the weather is as cold as winter
We talked of the world today
she said life was hard
and if she were alone
she could cry


Yet she shouldn't have left me
on my own,
we should have met on the snow-covered street
and I send you all my letters owed
I am unable to sleep in December
I should go back to people
who truly remembers me