On this restless Sunday, the snow is beautifully falling nonstop. As I watch them fallen gently from the gloomy sky, my heart cries for you in silence. I may walk a million miles, but my heart will always find its way to you. I wonder if my name has a place in your heart. I wonder if you do miss me.
The past may already become history between you and I, but you continue to remain presently with me. Though I've said good-bye, but my heart still yarns for you.