作品：第二个冬天

最终，我们给予彼此的，

也只有那么一点点。

曾经多少彻夜长谈，

到那时，我也只能，

坐在你身边，默默无言。

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If What we could - were what we would -

Criterion - be small -

It is the Ultimate of Talk -

The Impotence to Tell -