Chasing the traces, chasing the traces of you.
Cause winter is over, winter is through.
But it's still chill inside like my hair didn't grow out.
It's still hollow in here, only echoes come back.
Cutting down on smoking, Cutting down my loss.
Spring comes with smile, keeps breathing at my face.
But you're not my best friend, Just passing by me.
where am I staying in, Who am I saying with
It's Jampacked with thinking, hardly can breathe.
spring keeps breathing at my face
Chasing the traces, chasing the traces of you.
Cause winter is over, winter is through.
