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I still remembered
The last night of December
I found a fragment of mine in your cherry grove
In the quiet world be used to known ,
Where your piano played the songs of olds,
The movement was warm
But I felt the cold
I found the notes from the snowflakes,
As they fell soft and slow
A story of us resided ,
Memories, now letting go

I chase towards your sound ,
And I caught between the shadows of then...