Boundless.
The candle on the table is burning.
The candle is burning.
Like mosquitoes in summer,
The sheep flew to the light,
Now it's snowing outside,
Jump to the window.
Snow fell on the glass window.
Draw circles and stripes.
The candle on the table is burning.
The candle is burning.
The ceiling is illuminated by candlelight,
Shadows cast on the ceiling:
Cross your arms and legs,
And the intersection of fate.
Two women's shoes bang.
Fell on the floor.
A few drops of wax candle tears
Drip on clothes.
Everything sank into Xue Hai,
White and gray.
The candle on the table is burning.
The candle is burning.
A wind blew on the candle.
A heart rippling,
Like an angel,
Spread your wings.
February is all white,
It often happens at night.
The candle on the table is burning.
The candle is burning.