Десять минут мышью в САИ. Поэтому не так аккуратно, как хотелось бы.
Flowers withered, petals fell
Colours faded, went to nowhere
And your voice is strange and cold
Like weather outside

Hazy lights
Raindrops in your eyes
Empty streets
Lead my way back

Passing, walking away
From the days I will ever remember
Passing, but my joy will remain
Forever... in this raining December

And this day of usual hopes
Turned to hour when the things went wrong
And all I waited and cared for
Has gone into this night
The questions stay unanswered
And answers stay untrue
So what is life without affection?
So what is life without you?