There are chills that no matter what jacket you wear,
and no matter how tightly you wrap yourself in a blanket,
nothing changes.
No matter how tight you hug your pillow,
the cold still lingers.
It’s not the weather,
but something deep inside.
It is the heart that is longing.
Because this is a kind of cold,
You know, you will be healing,
And healing...
for the rest of your life.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 10:33 AM UTC
There are chills that no matter what jacket you wear,
and no matter how tightly you wrap yourself in a blanket,
nothing changes.
No matter how tight you hug your pillow,
the cold still lingers.
It’s not the weather,
but something deep inside.
It is the heart that is longing.
Because this is a kind of cold,
You know, you will be healing,
And healing...
for the rest of your life.
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