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Going forward from December,
Where I never saw you until the sun rose
And showed me a glimpse of your silhouette:
A gentle crimson rainfall of dying leaves.

And here I am thinking,
A painful winter being close to a bittersweet fall...
I reached out ahead of time
While you tried to reach back into time.

I guess that's how I'm older.
But I couldn't see my path with your dying leaves around,
Fearing that I might slip and fall off of the road.
I caught myself when I had to stop myself from falling.

The summer burned away my snow
Melting me into a water that's unable to help itself.
And you never tried to stumble for my hand,
Much less barely dying compared to me melting away...