It’s nothing snow there

But would you mind if i hide in your days?

cause i don’t need celcius to hug you

cause outside is too painful without you

What Adam need and to what Eve for

The true warm,  irreplaceable

Your bloodstream boil my blood

Your vena stream, swish my artery

This fog is getting worse, tight your folded hand

Hold on,  till the future you can warm our beds

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