If you are going to leave my life,
At least close the door behind.
Because the cold winds still rush through the door
And linger around my home,
Leaving a strange chill that reminds me of you.
And of course I get curious, so from time to time,
I follow the footsteps you left behind
And every time I see, you seem perfectly fine.
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