Cold autumn wind whistles in a bottle.
With anger choked in a throat, we don't change at all.
I'm dead in your eyes, if I could make sun look back.
I'm freezing.
Tears on your face have never looked so special.
As soon as you will learn how to laugh again.
I'm dead in your eyes, if I could make sun look back.
I'm freezing.
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