Me and the light

So the winter is here... and you're not
I see the light in your room,but i still can't talk.I can't understand myself,and you,my dear Satou shut up.
I'm thinking about you,whule lessons,while i'm taking a bus and then when i get home i'm sitting and staring on the screen and see you're "online"...and  still i don't say to you a thing.Why is it so?- i don't know by myself.I miss the last winter when i was free just with you...all your messages and worryngs - i miss them all.I don't know how to save you..maybe you do ,but you don't tell me.My deam is towake up and the first thing i will see will be your eyes. The night i spend before the screen reading our old conversations are endless...but isn't it stupid?It probably sounds like this.I hope one dy,one close day i'll overcome  myself...and you...what can i hope?