
I've blown them all on lustful glances.
And I treat you as if you don't really matter.
That couldn't be further from the truth.
You and I are lost in separate seasons.
I am so cold amidst the winter snow,
and you are burning up
in the summer's sun.
like galaxies are separating us
and there's no luck of change.
Will you travel back to where I stay?
In hopes that you'll find me here
and everything can be okay.






the presentation is very creative also!
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