I wish I could know what's behind the falling snow, what it hides?
I feel like something big is about to happen to me, but the snow hides the path that has not yet been discovered.
I wonder what it is.
I just hope it's not my return to my home country, because I don't want to go back there. I don't want to, I don't want to.
I try to see beyond what I'm allowed, but I can't.
And since I can't, I stand still, still, waiting for the movement to come.
I feel like something big is about to happen to me, but the snow hides the path that has not yet been discovered.
I wonder what it is.
I just hope it's not my return to my home country, because I don't want to go back there. I don't want to, I don't want to.
I try to see beyond what I'm allowed, but I can't.
And since I can't, I stand still, still, waiting for the movement to come.

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