Poetry: Only you know that I am crying when I am running in rainy days. It's MINUS one degree. You warm my heart with your hands at zero degree.

a moth darting into a flame—incur destruction upon oneself

Only you know.

Running on a rainy night, I'm crying.

You use your zero-degree hand

It once warmed my heart below zero.

Promise me a century.

I still stick to your promise.

But your past is over.

Indifference makes loneliness

Gentleness replaced silence.

I asked what persistence was.

You said it was a moth to a fire.

It's not the lyrics. The author seems unknown.

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