I'm now greeting with old friend loneliness

- A night 7-8 years ago in winter, in the middle of the room -

I'm now greeting with loneliness.
Nothing seems to move.
The eye of winter's gonna open up,
And shows its feeling of blue.
One can be with oneself,
In the moment of being lost?
Once, we're lost amidst the winter's arms,
Bury ourselves in the bed of brown leaves.
Nothing's gonna change,
But lose is coming.....