Five winters, it survived
Getting colder and colder
Day by day
Your voice, that comes and go
Like these cold winds
May no longer warms it up
You seek a brotherly heart
Friendly shoulder
Where I seek a home
In a heart to stay
Well, it always be a tent
For both of us
Each blink of the eyes
Hurts, coz they no more
are wet, and wouldn't be
So don't ask me again
If I am alone
And makes me blink
I would wear no robes
Accompany no wolves
We'll walk along
The lonely path
Seeking a home
Of no return.....
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