Fog in the forestThe snow won't stop. The sky is endless gray.You don't remember her name and you can't see her face.You forget when she left you.You always thought she left suddenly.You don't know that leaving is never a sudden decision.It's a young girl in pines, flexible and free.

I stole the rose, I killed the one you love,Don't love you is false, want to forget you are true.If I have a gun, I can protect you and kill you.But in the end, I'm going to steal it,Stagger to youI'm so afraid, love me, coax me.The woman whose illness is so dark is like a gorgeous perfume, which gi