How many times, I ask thee, Have thou glared at the tiny screen How many times, I ask thee, Have thou glared at the tiny screen

The dawn is approaching My life is calling To me... to me... The dawn is approaching My life is calling To me... to me...

Whether we seek a purer and healthier outlook on life Whether we seek a purer and healthier outlook on life

So, I do try to show my love and fact. So, I do try to show my love and fact.

Now, on the brink of 2035, She looked back at the infamous year, Wearing her weathere Now, on the brink of 2035, She looked back at the infamous year, Wearing h...

Ah! The road caught my head. Ah! The road caught my head.

I was but an infant, When you put your hand in mine. I was but an infant, When you put your hand in mine.

It's not much. Just dusting away some cobwebs It's not much. Just dusting away some cobwebs

The poet's heart is with the lover. The poet's heart is with the lover.

The poem describes the winter season. The poem describes the winter season.