“Winter”

Falling snowflakes slides through your shoulders.
The cold breeze passes through your cheeks like a sharpest blades.

You saw little childrens throwing snowballs to each other's heads.

You go to a coffee shop just like the old days.

While thinking about your memories has passed these years.

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