I've been waiting.
Waiting for the long-awaited grand fireworks.
At the moment they fall,
Rushing to your side regardless of safety.
Do you remember me?
I am desolate.
[Warmth is actually such a luxury. In my plain and desolate words, they can only get it by hurting each other and carrying pain. I'm sorry, forgive me for being so heartless.
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