During the winter, it’s killer,
It will knock your door,
My silence, as a filler,
Is under your floor.
Nobody can protect,
My silence is a snow,
That you will collect
In the afterglow.
I wish you can be happy,
I wish you can smile,
As while you ignored that creepy
Boy without style.
My silence is deep,
My silence is there,
The silence of my sleep
Is your worst nightmare.
From silence that I toss,
There is nothing left.
You know how deep is the loss,
From the silence of my death.
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