I am no longer warm, sleeping in the snowy night with my beloved. My body has dissipated in the vast white snow. No one will remember us and ask where our souls are. Apart from flowers and stars, if it rains heavily, will there be platycodons blooming after the rain? If we smear blood on our chests, will we be able to merge with flesh and blood? The lonely bells are blowing over the birds, the world has long fallen asleep, but the stars are still bright. Our love is buried deep under our skirts, in the barren mountains.
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