Dusk, snow love song

Snow falls at dusk

Quietly, dusk began to come from the place where the lights were lit, soft and soft, and it came into whose eyes, permeated with warmth, and met romantically...

Orange street lamps, melting the cold, warm tones, reminiscent of songs, reminiscent of a painting, reminiscent of a person, more retrospective, or reminiscent of a poem: Suddenly looking back, the man is in the middle of the lights...

Refreshing, like white butterflies flying around, it was light snow. Cool silky, sweet and moist, sometimes elegant, sometimes warm, not dusk rain, no lovesickness, no matter what kind of magic danqing is difficult to copy, no matter what kind of amazing witty words are difficult to describe... Endless beauty, endless thoughts, love songs, thoughts into songs...

In a trance, I heard the song wafting in, and in the ears, if there was a gentle drizzle, like bathing in the spring wind, forgetting the seasons, forgetting the hours, everything was a return, a return to the beautiful beginning...

Bring the snow into my eyes, converge this dusk into my heart, the snow dances my song, the snow groans hold my soul... Believe: the years do not say old, the heart is young...

In the snow, I can't bear to step, lingering here, how can I hurry? In the wisps, the wind is silent, and the eyes are fixed, and the time is not stopped. Snow kiss dusk has a thought, and the cloud chi sky is sincere.

Suddenly, there is some heartache: heartache for a snow fall, heartache for a snow flying, piece by piece, coming and going without asking for anything, indifferently making people a little sad, beautiful irresistible to get close, pure pity.

What a snow! And what kind of twilight is it?

I am drunk, flying with a snowflake, tireless; I am drunk, closing my eyes and kissing this falling snow dusk; I am drunk, restoring my youth in this snowy dusk, I hear the sound of calling, I see the figure of a teenager jumping...

Snow drifting, snow falling, one by one, is the most beautiful text, combined and jumping in the background of dusk, with a fantasy, tracing back to the past, but also looking forward to the beauty of the depths of dusk...

How to wake up in the snow, love in the snow, how to wake up in the snow dream?