Alone, out in the cold your senses are numbed; the only warmth be running tears. Pain, excruciating yet subtle you feel; fall do you, into the chasms of nothingness. Hold on to forever, if you could. Cherish it, let it slip not into the whispering winds, blown away in the little eddies, till it fades into nothingness..
如果你快乐不是为我, 会不会放手其实才是拥有..
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