Love is like you give us red roses day- to- day,
And give the L.O.V.E alphabet with the fondness,
Love came from the deep bottom of our hearts,
But when the clocks turn backwards,
There's no good in morning,
Because it was silent and emptiness,
There's no good in day,
Because there is no sun to shine,
There's no good in night,
Because we...
We're alone in a lonely cold night.