When the world was the color white,
I chose to stand by your side,
But, these cold days were not by chance,
Nor would they last,
I fell in love,
With memories of our past,
Finally, I've figured out my life,
Know what I want at last,
I will follow my heart!
As it leads me back to you,
Into memories of a Seoul winter,
From our past.
Copyright © 2015 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
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