winter
Silent season
Cold drives everything away.
The air left behind
Static stagnation
Time in the air
Reflect the whiteness of snow
Don't go any further.
But how can the wind stop on the branches?
Close your eyes and sleep?
My winter has begun.
Winter is the oldest and most desolate season.
I feel like I'm getting old.
This lonely time will come sooner or later.
Melancholy regrets flashed before my eyes.
My blurred eyes drift by.
The gloom of ivy climbing and wandering
A pair of burning eyes
Fade out behind tears
Yes, my winter has begun.
The dissolute youth is on the corner wall.
Eyes that I didn't want before seducing.
Emit admiring green light in spring.
After all, my feelings are cold around fire.
I'm afraid these memories will fade and melt in the thick snow.
I dare not say that I am worried about losing my luster when I am old.
I will not be isolated and silent like a drooping willow.
Winter sacrifice
Light a pair of pale candles
Salute my hibernating love.
It's snowing in the sky, tears in previous lives.
Into this snowflake—
Empty time, faded memory.
Only the feeling of bronze faded.
Cook a pot of bitter wine at home
Drink with snowflakes
Raise a glass to toast.
Withered candlelight
Let love indulge in my dream tonight.
Next spring is coming
Can I drink at the altar?
Early winter dusk
I wonder if the wind brought winter.
Or did the rain bring a chill?
Tired tenderness
Leng added another coat.
wind
This is an endless Long song.
How many times in the cold voice?
Can't float out of the vastness of time
A new road deep in the jungle
once again
Scattered everywhere
rain
With a wet heart
Floating through spring, summer, autumn and winter
On the empty branch
but
Become poor and homeless
dusk
Gradually thicken
People are scattered.
The light jumped out of the window.
study
What marks?
night
Always catch the tail of dusk
Swallow completely from scratch
so far
All decorations
meaningless
As long as there is a spark.
You can understand.
Distance from each other
light
Because of loneliness
I chose my life.
At the end of this dusk
Make the night bright
Song of love in winter
summer
Like fire and scorching sun.
Dry the delicate face of spring.
autumn
heavy storm
Hard work that swept through the spring.
Only winter
With deep love
In endless depression and loneliness
Wait quietly
Who knows?
Snowflakes flying in the cold wind
In fact, it is the tears that winter yearns for.
And the dazzling white
It's winter now.
strain every nerve
Around the clock
Spring weaving
A beautiful wedding dress