[Everybody Knows - Sigrid🎶]
It is raining and you are a melting hope under the falling drops.
Does the rain ever hit the earth? Hope is nothing to the devil.
The storm breaks in the dumb skies, the snow is falling, even though it knows it will melt. You are a path that it secretly hides under the snow. Does the snow warm hearts when it lands on your chest? Everywhere you touch is burning wildly when you scramble into a corner.
You are the poverty of the paths where hopeful steps are taken.
No matter how much I don't want to believe, you are actually my existence.
I see, you are gone.
My heart has been devoid of your love for a long time.
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I was brought to Hiraeth's room. My mother and father had not entered the room and said they would wait outside. What will he do to me?
