Happy crusade of winter season is coming
I see it in the winter triangle’s constellation
Bubble bees is smiling on Orion
I smell its Christmas already.
What is this naive anxiety?
I smell the winter breeze along this quiet alley
I feel the spirit of happiness on their voices
But why my heart is still cold in deep?
In the main street
I see those sweet smiles of heaven
In these walls
I see families talking merrily
Do I have a family too?
If I had at least one
Why haven’t they come visit me?
Who I am now?
A ghost longing for a home
Met an accident decades of shadow years ago.
What is Christmas for me then?
When it is my death anniversary
A home I wanted to get by this Christmas
A home full of smiling faces until I see my light
A home pure of love and longing
I wanted to go home to that home someday.
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