Tired
Bent forward
A locked treasure chest on my back
I climb mountain to reach key
Snowflakes turn my hair white
As time passes by
Suddenly
A strange wind is whispering
Time is running out
key is not on peak
Say a word
Open the lock
Your name is key
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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