I don't know how many days passed
I don't know how many years have passed
Maybe time is not the source of pain
Break up a good distance
It's pitiful to miss
I can't remember how many times
I said I would love you with my life
Once those promises even today
Who can not
A little attachment, a little complaint
My year has four winters
In the face of loss, there is also alternation of wind and snow
Think of giving up, think of powerlessness, think of escape
How does a person's breath fill the gap in his heart
My year has four winters
Every winter I just sit and watch the rain
Think of forgetting, think of happy, think of crying
Just forgetting sometimes makes the pain clearer
It's just that crying sometimes forms tides on the face
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