My door has been opened for a long time, waiting for a changed man to step in. Some gentlemen knocked. They wanted to cross the threshold of chances but no one received a nod
Autumn came. Clovers withered. No one has seen your shadow.
Winter is here. Cold wind continuously entering my room. The cold nippiness freezes my flesh and bones but does not benumb my beating heart. Your warm caress is what I need, not this dark trench coat draped around me.
But my dearest, I can no longer stay inside. I should be the one to cross the threshold and go. New season will come soon. Sun will shine. Clovers will blossom. People will waltz around. And I want to be joyous. I have to... I deserve to have my life back.
Farewell, my dear.
Farewell, my dear.
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