I don't know how you did it
You had me under your spell
At first I was so happy
I thought it was raining in Hell

Then I don't know what happened
The tension was reaching the sky
We both just started fighting
The fire of anger was high

Now that you have left and gone
It seems that I was imprecise
Love is Hell, and it's not raining
It's as cold as ice

So Hell is frozen over
And with it goes my heart
The only thing to set it free
That last, undying spark

That spark will turn into a flame
And love again will start
Torturing our minds and sould
And most of all...our hearts

 

For: Lydia Chan
January 16, 1985