• I watch the bullet make its way...
    As though it were in slow motion.
    Yet, why do my legs feel like concrete blocks?
    Why do my hands fail to obey?
    Death... and innocence...
    Your lonesome soul has passed through my fingers yet again.
    And I know that I will never touch you,
    As long as I live.
    Snowy nights are the time to deepen a couple's love,
    But all I feel is loneliness now and forever.
    That is, until the day mysoul finds its way...
    ...back to you.