As gradually the clouds moving, the wind blows slowly..
I can feel the coldness of the wind...
It's the same coldness that I can felt from your word last night...
We're not fighting, but our hearts do...
We're not blaming each other, but the silent does...
Both of us explain nothing, but at some point...
We know what kind of situation that we'll be facing tough...
We want it all, but we can't have each other..
Though that wasn't a sin, we need to stop playing...
This game needs an over...
The wind keeps blowing, at the same time rain falling...
It starts from the whispering drizzle, ends with a hard yelling downpour...
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