When it snows, it's silent.
Ruled the world.
Now, find someone in the snow.
How hard it must be.
Not to mention that the weather is so cold.
It's been a long, long time since the other party.
No news was heard. In fact, it is long overdue to give up.
Entangled in the air with a person.
How stupid.
It's boring, not to mention snow.
Such dazzling white.
Instead of waiting for someone in the air.
It's better to fly straight to her city.
Taking advantage of the heavy snow, people don't like to go out.
It's easy to be lonely and lonely.
Rewind the past, in the blue moonlight.
Flip through a book from an early life.
When the snow stops, the sun shines.
turned the silence into a poem.
Looking at the world from afar.
It's like a beautiful dream.
All the things that have been experienced are sprinkled on the snow.
Crystal arranged, in a tree-by-tree.
against the backdrop of its posture.
Although it looks like it.
There was no one among them who longed to see him.
But the more you lose.
The rest is more and more to be cherished.
In winter, there is a lot of rain and snow.
The world will usher in nirvana.
The rebirth of all things, the secret of the human heart.
It will be followed by the spring flowers.
How was it unreasonable back then?
Interrupted by interference.
Like a weak baby stillborn.
At this moment, finally.
It can be exclusive to one person.
The sun on this snowy field.
Lay out that little tragedy.
* No itching, no beginning and no end.
The snow that has been piled up for many years is maintained at most.
Not a few days of ice.
As soon as the sun comes out, the pain disintegrates.
The flow of water retreated faster than anyone else.
I finally didn't let anyone down.
You can also fly over the mountains and rivers.
Reunite by the sea.
Feel the sunshine in another way.
Moisturize and grill.
Poetry