Midnight street lights, wandering in the lonely city
I tell myself that your story and mine are over
The wine bottle in my hand has proven to me countless times that it is not easy to forget you.
Heaven, it's your favorite snow falling
you say
You want to watch the snow with me
I remember you saying that the patron saint in Greek fairy tales ultimately failed to fulfill his duties.
And you
You said you would protect me
But also
Wave your hands and say "goodbye" to me
It turns out
You are not my guardian angel!
Conception: