Our last sentence, snowing
The unusual temperature freezes the room
We need to be alone, finding some place to hide
We need to be ourselves, be cool like juveniles
Yet we are old, the winter cannot last too long
Someone must get up, chanting a tender spell
To call the Spring back
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FB：羅拔的老窩
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