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Something is cold and wet rolling down on my cheeks, is it my tears? or is it just the snow?
Laying here slowly bury under the snow, the memories of you keep coming back to me.
It goes all the way back to the first day when I found you, my angel..
I love the snow...
It hold dear both ours happy and painful moments.
My first love...
...came on a cold winter day, and it also gone on a cold winter day just like that or is it even colder?
Since that day you left me,
I keep laying here in the snow trying to go back in time when we still happy together.
But in those happy moments, the image of the day when you left me appear in front of me again...
I reach out my hand to touch the cold stone with your name craved on it. There it is again, something wet and cold roll down on my cheeks...
I open my eyes once again to see the snow falling down on me, turn my head to the side, there you are laying right next to me but you are so far away.