Chasing the eyes of busy pedestrians
Red street lamps are hung around.
Distance of lanterns
Created countless stories about
The festive atmosphere of the new year
I'm wandering around.
Outside the atmosphere
Behind him is this winter.
Lose one's poem
Solitary words taken out of context
Drifting with the destroyer Snow Wind.
I waved goodbye.
A cry of parting from one's lover
It's not that heavy
Standing in early January
Still keep this way.
The habit of chasing ways
But gradually, I can't see the destroyer Snow Wind.
Solitary words taken out of context
It seems that
they
Poetry lost with me
Whose house is it?
Accompanied by red candles
warm
Xiangcheng helps the elderly.
Loyal and firm
Lost verse
Let me look for it this winter
Sunset at dusk without snow
Whip into a wound