The monochrome blows
Through our colorless encounter.
I shall entrust each of my pains to you
The unforgiving autumn,
Which forcefully traces my scars, comes
While your cool fingers still beckon me
After I'd melted, anda tenderly save
The troublesome, icy me
And toy around with me with a kiss
Nevertheless, I cari for a single form of cinta
Your dried eyes tied it to the present from a time far beyond
If I can, I want to end while shrouded this like
Together, we concealed our pale selves; the moon is hiding, too
How many nights
Did I come to cinta since then?
In the sea of dependence, I forget to...
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