There will be no more white album, because I won’t sing again. 2 lonely melodies attracted each other and hurt each other, summoning new one in the process. A foreboding change is approaching although the scar of the severed bond is yet to heal. The winter where they were “three” was no longer. Born from passion, evolved by love yet ultimately, vanished as a “lying song”. That frozen song from 3 years ago, It once echoed in the classroom, in the empty cafeteria, in the silent campus. The cold breeze chilled me to the bone, a singing voice reached my ear.
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