Swing in the year end

I'm alone in here,
A strange place that i love,
The swing in the park still there,
I'm cold just like the flying seagull in the wind from north sea,
Waiting, Waiting for a chance that Snow queen chosen,
Want to be taken to Pure northern palace of her stay,
Just like the swing in there wait for someone to push it to sky,
The year going to end again
A lonely feeling like the rain covered me.