I miss the beauty of whiteness in the ground
I don't miss the cold feeling, my bones shaking...
When I am in the middle of all green, I can walk
Walk without feel the weight in my feet
I can lie down without feel my back armful cold after a while
I can hear the wind reaching me under the ground
And I absorbed by my own dream
Not even loud, just sufficient quiet
As if I am in the middle of the wild
Even if this is not going to be more than a moment of dreaming
I don't feel sorry
I at least lived as much as I could enjoy
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