Another year passes quickly, and as winter approaches, snow falls from the sky. Every day, every month, every year has been difficult. White snowflakes fall on the gray canvas of a world where we live without color.
When the color white touches the world, color returns to people and to the ordinary scenes of everyday life.
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You are the snowflower who came to me covered in gray
You are the snowflower that brought back warm colors,
We hold each other's cold hands and share warmth, countless white snowflakes slowly falling on you and me, deepening under the stopped streetlight.
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You make me a better man.
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Today, I came to you with a rather short piece of writing. It's a topic that I've been hiding(?), but I couldn't write any more about it, and I felt it would be a shame to not write it, so I wrote it as a piece of writing.
Actually, I didn't know how to feel while writing it, so I watched it while listening to the song🤭
Next time, we will try to bring a solid story.
thank you!