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The Lost Winter
It's been so long since the winter felt
the same cold,cold and cold these days
are becoming but still a place is missing
from this bleak season
A place that can't be filled by anyone but
only by you
This snowfall painted the roofs of houses in
white gazing at them reminds me of the
days when we were walking in the same potrait but now I can only grieve
The sound and traces of our footsteps will
fade away as the season move towards the very end
The scenery is captivating enough for my sight but can you look at it through your own eyes I know that you can't as you
withered away like this fluttering wind
It's been so long since the winter felt
the same cold,cold and cold these days
are becoming but still a place is missing
from this bleak season
The place which I call a forbidden garden
Running my fingertips through your woolen scarf triggers those lasting memories that we both have lived together
I said that I'll protect you but I can't even hold your hands firmly I'm nothing but just a hypocrite; thinking about that day
I can only grieve our promise is breathing
no more
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the same cold,cold and cold these days
are becoming but still a place is missing
from this bleak season
A place that can't be filled by anyone but
only by you
This snowfall painted the roofs of houses in
white gazing at them reminds me of the
days when we were walking in the same potrait but now I can only grieve
The sound and traces of our footsteps will
fade away as the season move towards the very end
The scenery is captivating enough for my sight but can you look at it through your own eyes I know that you can't as you
withered away like this fluttering wind
It's been so long since the winter felt
the same cold,cold and cold these days
are becoming but still a place is missing
from this bleak season
The place which I call a forbidden garden
Running my fingertips through your woolen scarf triggers those lasting memories that we both have lived together
I said that I'll protect you but I can't even hold your hands firmly I'm nothing but just a hypocrite; thinking about that day
I can only grieve our promise is breathing
no more
© All Rights Reserved
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