Ballad of Blue Frost

You said,

“Dream, like the wind, like the rain, like me.”

But you didn’t know, did you?

Even a name as cool as ice and snow

couldn’t put out the fire that had burned in the great hall since ancient times.

Still, I’m grateful,

grateful for your words: “Dream, like me.”

Only...

watching you, unable to grasp my hand,

I can’t even bring myself

to say those two words, “Jie Nie.”

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