[碎嘴] english practice

whatever how closed you get, the shadow is the only one with you when door closed
i am the one who know the color of flower in my hands
i just want someone could listen...
then it still doesn't make sense, to the one, the every one
cold hand, cold fingers make feel, shiver with heart
there's a big stone on the road to...
perhaps it's snowy
you'd see winter landscape, feeling the calmness in the whole whiteness
hurt by sharpened ice blocks, crying for wounds
like being torn
and...