Winter, with its cold breath, gradually covered my whole soul like the tiny tendrils of an ivy.
The sky is really cold, so cold that my heart turns to ice; the sky is really dark, so dark that my tears turn to ashes.
What is flying before my eyes? Why do you want to smash my whole body into pieces? I don't know when I will be freed. Discovery - the sea of suffering is boundless. How much love, hate, and hatred are left to him to wander.
Time is the best medicine and can heal all the wounds in the world. But there are always successes and failures in the world, but the warmth and warmth in the world are still there. At least - tonight, I won't be alone. Just the figure under the moonlight is still turbulent...
The heart is elsewhere, pulled to another place by longing, and can't let go - there are still many...
Looking up at the sky, there are not many stars in sight, only a waning moon hanging in the sky, as if smiling faintly. The wind, again, sang a song in a low voice, which seemed so sad to me. Listening carefully, it was like crying...
I don't know when it started to rain, and the thin strands of rain twisted in front of my eyes, making me look like I was crying. And my heart is empty...
Nothing to add can be found; no real gap for injection can be found.
So alone in the wind and rain, in this silent winter, everything is spotless... Everything is pure and spotless...
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