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It all comes down to a single rose.
All alone. Nothing but ice and wind. Its friend.
A white petal floating in the breeze.
In the moonlight, it soars, completely pure.
I sit outside, watching this scene and I realize how beautiful life can be.
And I wonder is this meant to be.
In this cold I lay next to her.
In this cold, never have I felt this warm.
A white petal floating in the breeze come to me.
I wish time would stop right now, just like my heart.