Nothing can dampen a cold day
So much as a drop of rain,
Nothing can ruin a winter day
So much as too much sun.
Nothing can ruin the path of life
So much as the path of death,
Nothing can ruin the streak of white
So much as a stain of red.
Nothing can hurt like the loss of chance
Like when it’s taken away,
Nothing can be broken like dreams,
They’re blown away on the breeze,
Like the past fades away.
It’s all perfectly horrid.