It seems that he has never stopped plundering the earth.
It's just a few days of cooling.
Make it more unscrupulous.
More and more fierce
nearby
If you can see snow in your thoughts.
That must be the most beautiful encounter in life.
Waiting for the purity of the soul
The beautiful scenery that life yearns for.
There is always no chance.
Pure white snow hasn't come yet
But wait a minute.
A cold wind sharper than a knife
Straight to the bottom of my heart
The one parked on the windowsill
If only it snowed.
Clear and transparent
Pure and flawless
If it is.
High windowsills and roofs
Is your well-deserved foothold.
But at this time,
Never see the pure figure.
Only yellow dead leaves.
Stand at the window where it wants to go.
Be blown in an ostentatious manner by the cold wind
Shake the notes it wants to express.
The warm candlelight in the room
Swing in the wind occasionally
Don't blame it for sighing pitifully.
Only blame the cold wind for being too cunning
Hide one's intentions
Even the smallest gap.
You can also let it in through the door.
Let it flash in an instant
But it can eventually turn into peace.
Watching the candlelight blow by the wind.
The yellow number is satisfactory.
The cold wind rolled up and jumped to the next window.
Continue to repeat the unfinished melody
Until it feels enough.
The wind has stopped.
You can rest now.
Fly to the root of the tree
Raise one's voice to publicize
What I promoted along the way.
Than when flying in the cold wind
Looking forward to life more.
But don't forget to complain about the cruelty of the cold wind
The posture of thoughts swaying in the wind
Like white gas in the mouth.
Instantly ethereal
However, it has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Even if the candle doesn't know
However, the cold wind is clear.
Your kindness along the way
Just for exclusive use.
pathetic
The last leaf.