This of all songs

​The sound of a cat
​alone on a Hangzhou street.
​Cold, cold.

​My soft whispers.
​A moment of hope.
​And the petals fall.

​The east wind
started to blow.
​A final withering of winter.

​And in the distance
​a love flickers.
​With every step I get closer.

​Hounding my life span
​to see you again.


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