![]() The winter where they were "three" was no longer. It once echoed in the classroom, in the empty cafeteria, in the silent campus.īorn from passion, evolved by love yet ultimately, vanished as a "lying song". The cold breeze chilled me to the bone, a singing voice reached my ear. The falling snow covers all sins.Īnd spring eventually comes, melting the snow and imposing all punishments. A love that was too late, a love that shouldn’t have occurred.Īnd then comes winter. We formed a bond and obtained a precious moment. ![]() It all started in such a day in late autumn.Įveryone was doing their best. The pure singing voice from the rooftop connects the three disconnected melodies. As if to match the guitar I play in the afternoon music classroom.Īs if to match the piano someone plays in the next room.
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