As the cold dissolves, slowly there are winds.. To your land..
To nowhere..
There are no clouds these days.. Just like when fate chooses to be silent..
But with the roar and chill of an uncanny fear..
The sky cries out..
Colors would be seen.
To nowhere..
There are no clouds these days.. Just like when fate chooses to be silent..
But with the roar and chill of an uncanny fear..
The sky cries out..
Colors would be seen.
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