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I stood along the copprice gate ,
Wrapped in thick woolen clothe .
Gazing upon the emptiness behind ,
Reminds me of the unfeeling cold .

The trees , like sticks ,
That fallen to the ground , helpless .
The birds flying south ,
To a place where warmth's abundance .

I knock on the oak door ,
Hollow sounds echoed inside .
The freezing me couldnt stand no more ,
But to open the sight of my lovely door .

No reply , no sound at all ,
Nobody's home .
I droped a tear , that froze to the ground ,
As i wander off , myself , alone .