Garland Jodie Jeen (1/7/1989 / China, HK)
My Melting Snowman
>Your finger points to the highway
cars at high speed i'm afraid..
whenever there is a running race
i get the last prize by reaching the finishing line late
it's too late to give you a say..
Your finger is just a spray,
but man, I believe you.
You're another robot? You're too cold to be one..
You can't be time-tested, not to mention a legend.
I know now; you point a way for me to go
Want me to leave you...can i leave you be?
then you melt...
I 'm still walking further away from you.
I think to myself; you're the only benevolent man with a pointed nose
those, according to fairy tales, who have a pointed nose are wicked.
I think to myself; you're the only snowman with a warm heart
i don't even believe that snowmen would have a heart...
you're the exceptional.
I still miss you,
and i look back.
and i run back to you,
hugging only empty air...
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