On a cold December I met an angel,
on a journey to the crown of palaces,
Railroads bonded an affection,
only to be lost for circumstance ...
Love I thought possible,
life I thought settled ...
Never will we loose,I thought commitment ...
Sadly it was only I,
who thought affection
I sleep only to run away,But I shall face again reality as sun warms up.
I weep for my misfortune,
But courage I seek from the day ahead ...