The day you held me around my neck
Was killing me softly, and I don't want to know
What is love before and after you gone?
I asked to a tree of hopes in my dream though they can never speak
They may find thirteen answers but none of them was right
So I left and meet you half way
Your love on me was laying in my breath, and you look after me to show that you will try your best
You said that I choose a right way, and you spoke louder
"Would you please forget me? Please, in the name of December!"
If that's the very last thing I can do right before I die, I surely will
But I don't even know how...
But I honestly didn’t know that...