I want that sweet bitter smile on my face.
So even if I'm feeling down,
my face tells I'm alright.
I always bandage my own wounds,
because I know no one will be there to help.
I always sing myself lullabies to sleep at night. I've been talking to myself
as I have no one to tell.


That was a warm winter day
hiding in your embrace.
We were sitting on the icy ground,
grabbing lumps of snow throwing them into the lake.
Your smile was especially mesmerizing that moment,
I don't know why.
Maybe it's the first time I made you smile so wide.




My feet sunk into a small depth of snow ,
when I reached for your hand
you rolled a tear and planted a kiss on my forehead.
I know ; it's time for me to let you go.
I was fighting with my hesitation,
I was holding back my tears.
I wept in this chilling night.


My knees was withstanding my cries,
I held a candlelight waiting for you to look back.
But all I could see was your figure getting tiny,
and tinier.




Now I have that sweet bitter smile
which facades all my scars.
Still bandaging myself
because life's as lonely as ever.
Singing and talking to myself
are what you taught me to do.