We are the snow above, and our life can't be warm, so we can only stand in the moonlight and enjoy it. We are the snow below, and countless pressures make us feel short of breath. When we are busy, we forget our childhood songs. We are the snow in the middle. We are lonely and ignorant. We reach out and touch the world, but we despair again and again. The sky is invisible, and the ground is invisible.
Our teacher taught almost everything, but forgot a lot, so did the pink holiday. Hehe ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~