This February breeze,
and how it chills my shoulders,
has a touch of past in it!
We may not meet again,
the things may have changed,
for the better or worse,
but remember that I love you
No matter how much I try to evade,
it comes back with a greater force,
a lot may have gone to never return,
but remember that I love you
Having to go on without hope kills,
it hardens the heart,
it disturbs and it shatters,
but I can not let go,
what once came to me.
This February breeze,
and how it chills my shoulders,
has the touch of past in it!
