I used to enjoy many things,
I'll enjoy many other things, too.
But now, I guess it's all plain and tasteless.
Enjoyable, yet senseless.
Guessing love is almost good,
while seeing it is about the same.
Shall I take my leave, I'd remember.
Cause you're the one for my December.
Now, I guess I'll keep the scar for a while.
For commemoration and honor.
Let myself hide,
to stay by your side.