I don't like to meet girls under a hot sun I prefer under a cold and full moon I was walking when I saw you around That's when I saw this love story has begun We'll phone in summer We'll love in winter Then the spring will come And this love will be gone Let me cry and fall over you Let me dream about you We must believe we're soulmates So why do I dream the same of you ? There must be something we can do I wish it was always winter