Another winter, the late snowflakes are flying everywhere quietly, dancing silently, emotions are released in romantic reverie, the love that once existed turns into graceful notes in winter, arousing everyone's feelings. The memory of this time of year, the vast mountains and the thick snow, the footprints of the past are nowhere to be found, but the melody of focusing on youth is still in my heart, ringing in every snow season.
Where is that person? In the same city, innocent dreams and desires have been abandoned, and the longing that sprouted in the green spring has become the wind wandering in the mountains and fields, with no way out, only echoing everywhere. The song I once sang has disappeared. I thought it would always be by your side. Yesterday was like a dream after all, and only countless fragments and moments of the infatuated love remained, all fragmented and unable to be added to. Therefore, I prefer this pure snowflake, without any desire or goal, just dancing in the wind, showing my unrestrained self in the lonely winter.
I envy this freedom, to get rid of the recent prosperity and luxury, to be light and agile, to wash away the dust, to wash away the lead, to perfect my own image, to follow my own wishes, to bloom like a flower in the world, Don't cherish sadness, don't expect the decoration of wealth and glory...
See snowflakes falling again, another winter, guiding the footsteps of spring.