it's a winter time...
see... how nothing is chengeable here... how uatumn still has a power over me...
see, how i'm tired of dying every day...every morning, every time when i'm alone....
the worst thing that i'm alone just forever...

nothing can give me plesure but winter....

i really love it for it's cold and sence of life....

reading Remarque i began to hate Fall.... because you die in Fall... just like in the Requiem for a dream...

you have no chance to survive.... you have no chance to the spring comes to your heart... your heart will be silent... will be sleeping under the falling leaves...

winter.. for what i'm still waiting for you...?

for what it isn't the 19th of December....?

for what i ask all these....?