The sunshine in winter is warm in a different way, with an air of erosion, as if it has not been moistened by the light for many years. It is pale and stale, unable to retain, and unable to refuse, mixed with the message of despair, struggling hard, and breathing shallowly.
Warmth, burning with scorching temperature, creates a huge hole in the heart, which is difficult to fill. It is filled with astringent wind whistling. It cannot be touched, will not heal, and cannot be worn away. It will only hide as time goes by. If you are not careful, it will affect the wound and tear out dripping blood.
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