I am just a plum blossom, blooming on the desolate and lonely mountain.
Gently touching the branches of white snowflakes, the snow melts bit by bit, just like tears in my heart.
Time always passes slowly in the past years. The shimmer flowing in this piece of merlin is as blurred as moonlight in the sigh of the wind, intoxicated in my broken heart.
The beauty and loneliness of the snow dance and the world of mortals, I make my eternal vows every time along the traces of falling snow, so as to turn back the clock. In this way, maybe I won't meet you. Perhaps, I am still the proud plum blossom, blooming proudly with the dream of falling snow.
But how can I forget that the oath floating in the wind has already fallen with the snow. ...
Now I have lost face because of your departure.
Snow is falling again, dancing with the wind, just like the moment I first saw you. No one knows that my soul has been lost in the snow dream that year because of your looking back. Since then, I have missed you day and night. Your eyes have already melted into a clear spring, nourishing your deep hope.
Every dream will always be your shadow thousands of miles away. When you stay, you take root.
You said you were looking for your original soul. You said that rivers and lakes are sinister and human feelings are weak. You said you were tired of the dispute between right and wrong in the world of mortals, and that bumpy road has erased your heart. You said you wanted to find the destination of your soul in this spotless merlin.
Looking at your weather-beaten face, my heart hurts already. I only hope that I can dedicate my life to tenderness, just for you, blooming brilliantly, just for you, as red as a cloud and as soft as rain.
From then on, my dream is full of your posture of looking at the distant sky. Snowflakes fall on your shoulders, and my soul falls beside you with the snowflakes, just to look at you affectionately and heal your spiritual wounds.
From then on, my heart is full of your unique leisurely pace of Meilin Road. I brushed the soul of plum blossom with my fingers, and the plum blossom fell with the snow and danced in a poetic dream. You are really beautiful. I smiled, not for anything else, but for this poetic sky to soothe the melancholy in your heart.
Did you ever know that the girl who picked plums in the middle of the night is the embodiment of my soul? Flowing clouds lightly dye my long hair, starlight and moon shadow dye my dress, birds no longer listen to my singing, and flowers silently watch me dance quietly? So, my eyes are full of your warmth and affectionate smile.
I thought this kind of day would last for a long time until it passed forever.
Only one day, you remembered your ambition again, and you remembered studying hard at a cold window. You said that a good man is ambitious in all directions, and this spotless Merlin will make you miss it, but you can't realize your ambition after all.
The snow began to fall again, and a thin wind came with white snow flowers in it, fluttering and scattering, which disturbed my mood of weeping blood, and plum blossoms could not help falling with the snow.
Time flies, the moonlight is still the same, the snow color is still the same, just ah, where to find your shadow, this is the season when red plums are in full bloom, but I have withered before the plum trees are full.
Waiting in the dream of falling snow, I have lost my mind, hanging on the horizon, lonely and lonely.
I have had thousands of dreams, and finally found that waiting for you to come back is just a distant dream.
The distance between you and me is the despair that the bright moon and thousands of rivers can only help each other but can't depend on each other. I can't live without Merlin, my roots are here, you can't live without the world of mortals, and your home is there.
Snowflakes fall in the beautiful loneliness, let me go with the wind, with the most beautiful dreams, disappearing in the depths of the clouds with the wind, deeply. ...
This seems ok.