It's windy today.
Snowflakes blew down from the branches, fluttered with the wind and danced.
The cold wind is more naughty.
It actually uses the temperature of my heart to keep warm.
I can't help shivering.
My love, when can you come to me?
I want to hug you at once.
I want to put my little hand in your arms to keep warm.
I want to say something romantic in your ear and listen to your gentle voice.
Just now, I drank hot water without blowing with my mouth.
A warm current came into my heart, and my heart was scalded.
I kept drinking more hot water and continued to feel the warm taste.
My heart is burning.
My love, when can you come to me?
I want to rub my burning heart with your hand to dispel the residual heat.
I want to open your palm and see if your mysterious love line has spent a lot of small forks.
I want to tie a red line on your arm and let you be my slave forever.
The bird wants to be a cloud, and the cloud wants to be a bird.
There is a cloud hovering in my heart and sinking.
My love, I would like to bend down and turn into a cloud and follow you around.