"Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Of course I want to be your girlfriend...

You still don't listen to a word I say
No matter how many times I tell you...

Love so innocent
Warms up the cold winter days...

Life continues on
As your loved ones pass away...

Skin paler than snow
Lips more red than an apple...

I see the names faded with time
On my desk as I lull...

Concealed behind
A wall of love...

No longer yourself
Remember these haunting words...