And to one certain types of wind blowing through my heart

lingering around for long, trying to find that small space to get through the dense.

of course, like hell that it will find it, my heart is already fulfilled.

but, how lively this world speaks about your complexion

just like a fistful of wind blowing through during a fiery weeks

or cold water that heals the thirst of the midnight

You fill the what this heart longing

To know you, brought me back to where hope is on its way home.

feels like the warmth of a dying star.

enliven the celebration of love

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