Upon the pathways to my heart,
there are many leaves scattered.
In the surrounding lanes, shadows still lurk.
There are no perfumed-scented rose petals
left behind by a gentle lover.
But still, my heart beats.
You see, a heart can endure much pain.
It can withstand the wind and
rain of many seasons.
Only the heart that refuses to feel becomes frozen
until it eventually dies.
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