Frost

The first layer of frost on the ground always chills me
The cold doesn't bother me much
I am in the winter of my life, and there will be no summer for a long time
Living in isolation and hibernation, but it never lasts
Walking through the wilderness of my life with miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep

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