Through the streets of London,

Ive entered this red mysterious door.

A small cubicle,

where people make a call for.

Every word you said that night,

Through that phone,

I begged for you to just love me,

Or at least just listen to me,

Thats all I ask for.

But after the words you have told,

A scar left on my heart and skin,

And it took me a whole night,

To reminisce and try to let you go,

Whilst ...

The very cold nights,

Hoping to find something I have been always

Wanting to find.

Searching everywhere I go,

Even reached up to the lakes snow.

It’s December,

the waters gone cold.

I feel this weird feeling,

Hoping I find something.

Time past, still no hope.

It’s gotten late, I think I need to go home.

But out of the blues, I see something,

Until I heard my alarm ringing....