we were at the last days of the winter before last winter
like these days,we were living stories with each other.
i was-when i wanted to spend lovely time with him
i was silently just picking myself alltogether and go to him
And people in those cold days run to hide
And i was running and hiding myself quickly in his heart
and till night fall down i be beside him
and suddenly why ' life' after promising us
and making us live a bit , then came back and killed us ?
oh hear, and since that day life made us used to that...
when it gives things it takes other thing in return.
in the streets ,many people were going back home
Oh heart, people still are the same , but where is he?
and im walking looking around, asking everyday
what is he doing now and whom he is dreaming about ?