Can you still hear the sound of flowers blooming on the rocks?
Bile blue
White until death do us part.
At that time, the sunshine was just quiet pure white.
Fall on the snow
Fall into my quiet and empty memory
You are thin in the moonlight.
It is too cold to touch.
Your loneliness is flying all over the sky at night
Like your blue, melancholy, snow-like eyes
You smile and open the transparent scar.
When it snows, you can't afford to get sick.
You said the snowflakes are getting bluer and bluer.
Did you poison her, too There is no solution.
I just fell on my back.
It's white and cold
But I dare not tidy up my steps.
From one winter to another.