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The criminals whisper — silently, — their actions; Someone is giving the hints as a puppeteer. Reading through lines, as a book, the untold reactions, No matter how hard you try — they won’t let you hear. The revenge will be served, — so cold! — here comes the result Of being devoted to the crazy idea, cult. You pretend to be silent too, — as they are, as the snow, Far away and speechless. But you see, I don’t want you to be (won’t allow you to be) That reachless. Just say and confirm — what you feel, what you think of, You’ll learn How to be open, undo all plans: Just let me hold, — now and ever, — your snow-pale hands.21 - The silence of snow (Luo Wenzhou/Fei Du)
October 21, 2025 at 3:51 PM