it is cold here as the wind blows. oh, it's getting dark so early, while this feeling grows.

i fear i got lost. in this red street we were in. on and on i stroll the maze and the reddest stars illuminate each step i take. see them falling.

a true relief to find they stored the scenery after all this play. may i go now and dust my shame with oblivion for the mistakes i made?

i remember we
walked a little
talked a little
loved a little

here and now everything is gone and done. so grateful i still carry its sweetness on my tongue.