Sitting in the corner staring at the burning candles, I know you're hibernating somewhere under the moon but,
I need to smell your perfume.
My friends think I should be in an asylum because of the radiation of the sun blinding out their envious eyes,
they don't see the love that we have.
When dusk arrives,
I will take off my shoes and walked across the stars to reach you
I try to connect the dots of the winter triangle
wishing you meet me halfway and stretch your arms out for me too. Our campfire flame- will fill up the darkness of the night that will make the fullest moonlight...