The first snowfall of the year ...
In a gray Sunday morning ...
Everything is painted white, and that unmistakable flavor
Winter mixes in the air ...
The atmosphere is intense and full of emotions ...
and I think of you ..
I think how wonderful you were last night ...
what I like ...
what my heart is aching ...
as I may be enlightened and kissing
sententia your perfume ...
I miss you to death now ...
I just want you, but
. . .
In a gray Sunday morning ...
Everything is painted white, and that unmistakable flavor
Winter mixes in the air ...
The atmosphere is intense and full of emotions ...
and I think of you ..
I think how wonderful you were last night ...
what I like ...
what my heart is aching ...
as I may be enlightened and kissing
sententia your perfume ...
I miss you to death now ...
I just want you, but
. . .