Tipical stories end as a usual
And a real one comes in something special.
Old friends we cherish, haters we repel.
Relationships who has bounds,
Friendship turn into tragic one.
Lifeless pulse of martyrs
Endangered breath still unfolds.
Childhood remenisce inocence,
Turned chapters caught untold
Covering the details of ever mournful laughs.
Charity of love hidden in mind
Collaboration of happiness and sadness.
Unfledged thoughts that decieved hopes
Unflagging wrath that leads to unregenerate life.
And this season comes easily to end
moving on to reconciliation always seems we can't.
And the story of us seems like a tragedy now,
Dare to know why how time is passes by
I guess it's when we both smile as christmas tree have a star.
But we have grown, and chrismas trees are small
Our restless hearts are really have to go.
They might say it sounds unprintable
If we just 'bout to tell our story, we're like a rare raconteur.
Still we smile as beauty of christmas eve,
Cause' perhaps afterall we knew "Cold December Ends."
