I'm longing for winter's chill...
For the numbing air to burn my veins frozen.
I am the saddest one...
I am the deserted one...
No journey to the farthest reaches could make time change.
Make time change...
I am drunk with heavy footsteps and my mind becomes slave.
I was told that every day would be my last.
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