I was walking in the shore
it's ten minutes past the hour of four
it was December, and cool breeze stamps my face
but I'll never be very cold inside if I was in a case
in a case, which is called "abuse for love"
i was accused for loving someone who really never did love me
but as i see the setting of the sun
nothing changed, i still can't change the case
i see the lights of the Poro Harbor
and the fresh cold wind touches my face
it was the December breeze that i feel as i sat in a pace
i was walking in the shore
watching the lights and the sea's emotion
the tides are high
like as it touches the sky
with the stars getting wet
but as i think of the case filed to me,
i remembered how cold air was when i first touch his lips
it was a very cold wind that makes my hair blew
The wind was like the December Breeze...
