The morning wind is bitterly cold,
The air is full of the rare calm of the past,
Few pedestrians,
Even the people who used to run in the morning,
I guess they curl up and don't want to get out of bed,
Afraid of letting go of the plague monster ride the waves.
Winter has really come,
Take care of yourself.
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