It begins on a bright summer day,There's this green pasture,
At the end of it is a salt lake,
I always wanted to be in the picture,
Two shadows beside the windmill,
Being close, being near,
Till the place is wrapped in snow,
Cuddling you in the cold,
It was a long journey to find you,
Rough rides with an unsettled heart,
Time flew with a prayer whispered,
Much to say, this unspoken words,
Even with pain, even with tears,
Even with countless lonely nights,
Love, why is it always clearer looking back?
The remains of a lost story
Perhaps such was love,
Because such is love,
I will wait for your return,
On another Christmas day.
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