Life is like a severe winter. I stand helpless in the heavy snow, dragging my feet forward. Faced with all this, I didn't know how to fight back, and acceptance seemed to be the only option. My heart has long been cold. I hug myself, but I can't warm myself. They say that people who are dying experience hallucinations of warmth.
I don't know, I'm just numb and accepting all the coldness. The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and I have become a part of the snow.
I want to hold myself tight and say, I am here. But I can't do it, I can't stop the cold; if the snow can hug me, let us sleep together.
Those embraced by the snow will wait with it for the next spring.
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