It's winter here, on the other side of the continent I used to call home.
It's winter home too.
It's late January, it should be cold, but it rained for most of the day, and then, it turned into snow.
Wind clouded my vision, blew away my last warm breath.
It was crowded, yet, I was alone.
I wanted to give you my warmth, but the ice covering me hasn't melt.
Would you sing me a lullaby, to wake me out of this dream?