A Remorseful Reminiscence

Lights

Was light meant to shine
Was it meant to be so bright
And that light gives smiles to people
Then how come I can't even feel a hint of happiness

Every series lights that passes by
Always leads me to remember you
And I'm here now weeping
Longing and mourning.

Remembering you
Missing you
And regretting
Christmas supposed to be happy aren't it?

But everytime Christmas comes I suddenly feel so blue
And I promise that this is the last I will never come here again.