It snows all over the world, and all the fireworks are gone.

In winter in the south, even if it is cold, it is hard to see a snowfall. But if the snow floats, it will be short-lived, just like the plum blossom red tree in life, with deep affection and endless lovesickness.

Those loved times are filled with memories. When the fingertips touch, the eyebrows are a little sharp, cool and soft, and they flow into a touch of fragrance in the years. There will always be a light snow in a desolate season and a distant horizon, flying in the bustling dream with you.

it's a long way to go, and my thoughts are long. A person wandering in the cool street, thinking about that accidental encounter, like a dream.

in my dream, a tree blooms, but a firework falls outside my dream. The moment you turn around, you are destined to be a westerner and I am an easterner. From then on, the ends of the earth are just passers-by, and those fleeting years are all covered with a layer of flower-like sadness, which is fixed in my mind as a sad scene.

one word of love, how many fleeting sorrows can be written all over; One of the words of love, it's hard to say how much time I've missed. Drink a cup of turbid wine and turn it into acacia tears; It's hard to write with a touch of infatuation.

knowing that the situation is lonely, the lovesickness lasts forever. Sad, always can't help but sigh: If life is just like the first time, I wonder if you and I will choose to meet again? If life is just like the first sight, why not let your first sight last forever?

There is no snow floating in the south of the Yangtze River, but it is just a light snow in my heart. There is no fireworks in the end of the world, but it is just a fireworks in my heart. Let thoughts wander in the memory of the past, the snow is endless, and the acacia is long ...