Verse 1
You will not pick up the phone
And you will not find out who is calling
The first snow will fall along the windows
And with whiteness, he beckons somewhere.

You are there waiting for your plane to Paris
We know that you will not return
Why are you leaving, baby
It will hurt us if you turn away

Verse 2
You look through the window at the white snow
You run away by the taxi without saying goodbye
A tear will leave a wet mark on the cheek
And calming down will not give pulse quickening

Run through the terminal holding a ticket
And you climb the ladder
Your phone is disconnected and there is no connection
Your plane left the airport

Why did you do that to me? x4