It's the month that started the year
and vacation had been drawn near.
A month that will start life again
and have my blessings be poured like rain.
But the story I want to show
is about a love that began to flow.
A love that started by an accidental touching
and destiny that already did its matching.
The field was cold because of the snow
and the time must have moved slow.
But the two of them didn't mind the cold;
didn't even know what destiny has foretold.
Both of them can't say a thing,
not a word until the phone rings.
She realized it was already ten o'clock
and her friend was only waiting for her to knock.
He smiled at her and just said this,
"I'm sorry," then he held her hand and had it kissed.
She was shocked but she managed to smile
because somehow, he made her moment worthwhile.
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