I never had time to think about how to settle our chaotic life, and in the blink of an eye, it was already covered by heavy snow.
I write poems under the candlelight that is as tiny as a firefly, and your steady breathing gives me the prehistoric silence of the universe.
No one can wake you up from your sleep, and outside the window, there are wolves howling hungry.
My heart never trembled, and love, I know what's coming.
I have never allowed you to lie in my life, and this only time is destined to be our permanent separation.
When lies can't fulfill this big dream, our future will be handed over to the truest death.
Ah, death, how long it is, long enough to fall from a tree of pear blossoms to snow in the sky.
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