The cold fingertips
Swept by blowing wind
Only this head and ears
Feel the hot strongly stings
Sting like forever
I can not imagine
That one day, some day
Something that has torn this heart
Will gone and disappeared
I can not imagine that day will come
But night still falls
And morning still raises
I will try to keep walking
Though there’s no trace of light seen
I will use my hand to search the way
Away from this dark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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