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I lost you at a crossroads
Even the goodbyes are silent the wind-dried tears
The drawer is still locked with unsent letters
Every good night is mocking my hesitation
Fingerprints cracked into memories scratching my chest every night
I asked the mirror but you shattered in my pupils
It turns out that the most painful thing is not the rain but the rainy season that cannot be dried by the sun
Even my breathing is filled with traces of you