Koleraв Cendere «HOT · VERSION»

To love him was to live in a , a tightening vise. She had never introduced herself; instead, she had memorized him from afar, sketching the lines of his face until she could draw his "radiant beauty" without looking at the paper.

The golden light hit the leaves just right that morning, but for Elif, the season inside her chest was a permanent, bitter winter. She stood at the edge of the square, watching him through the glass of the café—close enough to see the condensation of his breath, yet worlds away. KoleraВ Cendere

She turned away from the glass, retreating back into her silent, winter heart, still looking for the "medet" (help) that would never come. Kolera – Cendere Lyrics - Genius To love him was to live in a , a tightening vise