In the night when I feel cold, I opened the window
My face on the window pointing to the door
I monitor all doors and conners
Believing in myself to see you come out
But you are just a wind
the moment I became to hear what you said
I felt your love
I always pointing my face at the window thinking of to see you
I never knew you never exist
The windows were just an entrance
My instincts were big of you
so I wanted to know you more
Depsite the sweetnesses of your tongues
and the letters of your love
I was ready to roll in your door
unfortunately it was not a window nor a door
It makes me not to realize where you are coming from
You are not the person I thought you were
you are an air the speaks to my ears
I enjoyed your voice because it is likes a rhythms
The tune's I can't stop saying
coordinating the routes and merging of the season.