it was a good week of holidays, actually.

too much snow in our hands, playing snowballs in a park.
watching over the night lights in american style cafeteria.
strolling down the streets of the town, lost in the mountains.
ocean, covering this town from the both sides. nowhere to.
run.

i was scared, but there was nothing to be scared of.
that woman, who obtained everything that she could.
she could not obtained warmth. probably, definite love.
but instead of warmth there was an inpenetrable ice.

that is when i got where is the difference, indeed.
no matter how many years pass, you will not speak to her.
the way, you speak to me. probably, it would lead me to ruins,
if ever you showed to me the coldness you were showing there.

i was ready to hate this queen, but i could not help feel sorry.
that i took out the last flashing out of the way, you were in (
i felt sorry. greatly. up to the tears in my eyes.

do we not care about our blood?
at this time, i can point out that we never did.
probably, for the best.

you were making lies for my sake. even more saddest it is.
we are guilty on everything, we could have ruined way before.
but i can love that mansion, you know. i could love it always.

once in a year. only.