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If the night again is snowy
I sometimes look at the bleak white porch
In the middle of the flourish
And the dim of an old rusty lamp
With my eyes closed
Feeling the cold snow perches on my cheeks
And you come again smiling with your sad eyes
Makes me floating and speechless
And I start blaming, and cursing myself
Why am I so dummy, so childish, or so touchy?