I said you were a cold winter day;
The cold ytterbium illuminates all directions;
It rains and snows heavily in winter.
You are a barking dog in the middle of the twelfth lunar month.
The cold wind roared wantonly,
It's foggy in the morning, and fallen leaves fall on the roadside.
It's clear. It's sad. You are,
You look at the microsatellite on the dome in the distance,
You are ling za, heartless, and you are the thunder of cricket.
After the snow, it turned white, just like you;
The sky falls and pigeons blow feathers, you are;
Vaguely ignorant, the glacier reflects the aurora you have forgotten.
You are a withered flower,
It's frost on the window sill.-You're resentment, you're sadness,
It's disappointment, you are a cold winter day …