Snowflakes float with love, and the sky is full of worries.
I have accumulated many memories. Buried in the Zita Law in winter. Let go of you and love. But the snowflakes are still flying, and you can go to forget the sorrow.
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A snowflake is flying, whose feelings are landing?
The long-awaited snowflake finally falls, standing quietly in front of the window, watching the snowflake flying outside the window, so beautiful, stretching out a hand, let the snowflake fall lightly and quietly to the palm of your hand, and if it is not pale, your fingertips will jump cold and freeze in the memory of this moment.
My uneasy thoughts germinate in my heart, falling like scattered snowflakes. ...
An unforgettable memory, an unforgettable encounter, and an oath of never giving up, just floated past.
I miss, miss our inexplicable meeting, miss those happy days, do you still remember? Until now, I still can't forget the love in those long days. It is like a flowering tree, growing in a city out of place. Bloom under neon lights and wither under the night sky without stars and the moon.
I can't forget my meeting with you, your gentleness to me and your smile.
Quietly, quietly, I have been standing in the place where I love each other and refused to move away for a long time. Is it because I love you too much or because I miss you too much?
Maybe,
Meeting you, in the snowy season, doomed my sadness.
Falling in love with you, in the season of catkins flying, interpreted my sadness.
However, I am still looking forward to your arrival, and I am still waiting deeply, so maybe I can travel far. Because I want to find you, even if the cold wind blows hard, my heart will feel a little warm because I think of you.
Keep your head down,
A piece of snow. In a daze, your back disappeared into the horizon. Outside the window, the snow is still falling, covering the whole of Beijing with a layer of white gauze. Snow can fall so purely, quietly, silently and truly with love, thoughts and waiting in the heart.
The winter of that year was as warm as spring because of you. Today's winter, heavy snow, alone in the empty city.
Is it happy or sad?
Two snowflakes are like flocs, whose sadness is all over the sky?
Wandering alone in the snow, in the snow. Snowflakes, one after another, chase one after another and fall straight into the world. Float to me and fall on the hair tips.
Yes, snowflakes are always the spirit of winter. Her appearance aroused the hope of the sleeping dream, and her thoughts danced with the snowflakes. In the cold winter wind, her dancing is so elegant.
Somehow, looking at the snow scene and the tears falling from the clouds, my heart doesn't know where to fly. Tumbling thoughts, in an instant, thoughts began to stretch, like thousands of vines wrapped around my heart.
Looking at the endless white earth, that white and flawless color, without any impurities, is my favorite; In the air, flying snowflakes are like catkins, pear flower falls. The chaotic snowflakes, like my acacia, weave my memory. And my thoughts are always flowing in space, and I can't find a shore to dock.
Looking back at a string of overlapping footprints behind him, there is a faint sadness under the pure white snow mark. How I wish I had you to accompany me to print happy footprints in such snow.
I remember that day in the snow, all your dreams were shattered when you told me you were leaving. I'm wet in lingering memories, and I'm still hugging your vows.
In this way, I have been reluctant to give up waiting for you and hold on to the residual heat left by my old love. Is it because I'm stupid or I like you too much?
Those people, waiting to get old?
Who are those who are attached to tenderness?
Those, who was wasted in the past?
Memory, clear and bright. Turning around, in a blink of an eye, memories are lost in thought, fragmented and invisible, and the past is scattered all over the place; Vaguely, I saw that smiling face; Reaching out, it is cold air and lost mood.
It turns out that you have been my deepest concern.
It turns out that you have always been someone I can't let go of.
It turns out that thinking about you has already become a habit.
I still remember your smiling face, and I still remember the scene where you warmed your hands for me.
Just,
That winter, I was ecstatic with your company. Today's winter, you left me and broke my heart.
Three nights of desolation, whose legacy permeates the world?
As night falls, snowflakes are still flying. This is a season of missing. Snowflakes flying all over the sky hover over lovers' missing, falling and sad, and flying silently forever.
In the dim light, looking at the photos with missing corners, the disappearing scenery reappears. Memories spread, another suffocating memory.
Every snowflake falls, every fireworks is lit, and my thoughts are quietly passed on.
That winter, I opened the dusty heart door for you and prepared to accompany you to prosperity. Today's winter, I let it freeze into ice and began to hibernate.
Looking at the snowflake outside the window, it drifted gently before my eyes, recording the fleeting past with its tenderness. Looking up at the dim light on the roadside of the city, it is clearly your figure. In the light, they shine slowly, and the wet road clearly writes the memories of the past ... that crystal clear cold makes me realize that I want to be reborn after you leave.
The earth is getting thicker and thicker and blurred. Just when I was worried yesterday, I quietly retired in the light of the years.
"Snowflakes Gone with the Wind" has been played repeatedly, listening to familiar songs and feeling hard. There is a sad heart around the little space left. I don't want to think, see, feel or go. Has been unable to resist the pain. A lot of ideas are stuck there.
The night was dark and there were few pedestrians, but I trembled in the wind.
How long will it take to find someone to rely on?
We've all been through a lot of this.
How much can you understand such a heart?
Snowflakes are floating in the wind, and my heart is burning in the wind.
Only in this way can I rely on you and me.
How much have we all suffered with such a heart?
In the twilight, there is nowhere to find the direction.
Snowflakes float, pretending to be happy.
I can't speak for a moment.
Stop it, okay? Just leave. Don't worry about how hard it is for me.
Always remember to say it when you are like this.
I wish you happiness and peace.
Snowflakes float, pretending to be happy.
I can't speak at the moment.
Stop it, okay? Just leave. Don't worry about how hard it is for me.
Remember to laugh together next year.
Snowflakes are floating in the wind.
This is a sad song, born in winter and flowing with time. Thoughts keep blocking the playback of memories, and blind pursuit is still empty. Is it happy or sad? It's already imperceptible.
Snowflakes float with love, and the sky is full of worries.
Postscript:
Waiting for the next snowy season, waiting for a woman to accompany me to see snowflakes!
In my lifetime, accompany me to grow old quietly.