December rain is also different. Some drops are short, some are long. The late winter sun seems to have disappeared. Will it return to warm the lonely heart?
December rain is also different
Lay mill short drop long drop
The late winter sun seems to have lost its way
Will it warm the heart of the lonely?
Leaves fall hesitantly very lightly
Missing someone who follows her husband
The north wind is always angry
Cold even in winter afternoons
What's so strange about the end of the year?
Why do you like to beat around the bush?
Everything seems to be in a hurry
The wind blew down the winter sky
The more old, the more remains.
The heat still lingers on my feet
Even though the first kiss is far away
Give me new spring days.