I wonder how it feels like to celebrate christmas at other countries where their christmas spirit is so strong...



what an unhappy night....








everytime i try to make a stand at all
i see your face again and i fall
in the middle of the night theres a scent of a rose
the smell of your perfume i suppose
but we cant change the way we feel inside
and every try at love never turns out right
we both know its better if we just let it go

maybe if we met each other under a different sky
maybe then things would be much better between you and i
we can always hold on to this one special thing we share
but it would be to much for us to bare