Gone
The whole room is left deserted
I closed all the doors and wanted to leave a trace of warmth
But I can't find the source of that warmth.
Gone
It's not just the remaining warmth that's taken away
And that anxious but eager heart to be warmed
Gone
The greetings and affection left behind
The demon of sarcasm came over my heart
Even colder
The original warmth of the body was due to the invasion of demons
And gradually cool down
The remaining ridicule at the corner of his mouth suddenly resolved the coldness
Is it cold?
Not cold
Isn't it really cold?
It's really not cold, a frozen heart can turn boiling hot water into ice
Why do you feel cold
There was a weapon that could defeat this ice
to disappear quietly in indifference
Isn't it nice not to feel the cold?
Good
why
Because I can no longer get hurt