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The cruel sunlight is like a cold sorrow

Only the Red Light Continues

Tears are on my face,
the warmth on a cold night.
When they freeze,
my heart breaks.
 
Although the neon lights are on,
shadows follow me.
People see beauty,
even though she's dead nowadays.
 
I wait for the snow to fall,
and for a hopeful romance to return.
But in this wet moment,
hope is too expensive.
 
A fragile breath
is my only memory.
My life stops,
only the red lights continue.