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I'm in this sunlit room
Waiting for all of it to melt.
Without realizing it, I've been looking from high above
With no one to have the same point of view as me.
Eventually my heart became white and opaque...
And the light falling into the snow dispersed.
Cold rain comes down from the clouds
And only the distant breeze of Spring can clear it away.
Let the Azalea bloom
In a warm garden
And take me, lead me, to it...
Or something.
This is not like a fairy tale with a happy ending
I know that very well,
but even so,
I want to go there...