the autmn was gone to the whiteness in dark,
your eyes were such blue as the sky of november,
ur beauty i d lost in the cold of the park,
i left it in autmn,didnt sent to december.
ur face is so warm for my changing degree,
the memory of it will be broken by winter,
nothern wind will be cold & like water,so free,
will make me so young,like you,scarlet winner
