Northern Lights A royal tale of ice wonderland Beautiful, yet cold.. There stands a hut, small, rusty.. Cold, as sharp as pain, the dark.. No one knew the clock has turned how many times, A sheer light stabbed the dark sky wagging its tail, beautiful.. mesmerizing.. ✨️ A warmth suddenly arises, a long awaited one. The woggle bond.. A fire waiting too long to be lit .. Why the warmth needs to go away? It is still the dark, the pain is still sharp. Was it lost? She still keeps the door open a little, hoping.. The light as beautiful and warm, may touch, again.. Let her melt, then - melt her all worries and sorrows into light... She keeps the door open a little, hoping.. 有时候我会想， 沉默是否也会想念我。