Sitting in the dark, in this very black night. Shivering in the cold, in this freezing winter_Listening to the wind cutting her sharp features. The wind twists and touches and leaves and they with her tremble... Hissing and moving on, The winds are full of life, unlike that lonely girl who is standing, wondering, listening, remembering, staring At a point? A memory? Life?_Her hair so silver, skin so pale, Like showered by the moonlight... Eyes so black, Black jeans,Black Shirt, She´s blacked out_Shined by the soft vague moonglow... Thinking so hard, trying to remember when she was really living, Was she happy then? It use to be so different. Now all the time it´s cold and her sight can catch only the darkness and blackness of the lonely cold night...And forever she´ll keep freezing...
