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It was finished at a stride 
A long silence like the Autumn it was there 
And later it was warm shinning like the Spring 

Anybody can say "See you" 
Nobody really returned for the second time 
Remaining reluctant to return 

Irreplaceable separations
Again again again
And again

My perception came at the time when I hold hand in hand with you
I happened to be crying inside
It was gaping the good weather of the Winter 
Only this hand
I never thought of myself letting go away
But how cruel the Soul is 

I can feel the Summer indeed 
My heart bounded into the moment
But I am very afraid of striding over the seasons