the breeze from the pearl of the orient seas is whispering for me to come back to her loving arms......... where i'll be safe and warm....... away from the "cold" wind......... where i could forget about the "cold" wind......... where i could stop hearing the "cold" winds voice........... with the "cold" wind, i'm weak........... who knows, the "right" wind might still be waiting for me........ just waiting for me to come home......
1 year....
1 more year....
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