Prontera. . .

There you are, standing across the window.
Staring at the bright sky, on a lovely day.
Wondering of going back to the past.
but you know, it's all too late.

Just like a bird, far away you fly.
And the world starts to dissapear and die.
Maybe I will never see you again.
Until we meet in a new day.

I remember, how the sun freezes.
I remember, how the snow shines.
would you please.
promise me not to whine.

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