Love to withdraw and go with the wind. On days when there is snow, freeze your thoughts in the snow.
The snow in the distance has fallen, and through the beauty of this snow, with a sad rhythm, you have carved your pure and immaculate appearance.
Isn't love a faith? Because I feel that you are the perfect lover in my imagination, I have seven points of infatuation and three points of depression in my heart.
I have never been so good, in the ordinary world, when I meet you, even you can't attract you, can't you just soothe the loneliness that belongs to you alone?
Where you walk under your feet, the people who pass by your shoulders, look at each other silently, see their respective chapters in life, you have your thoughts, I have my expectations.
Winter is too cold, even the fingers are watching the clutches of another person, and the warmth of being embraced into the arms is not only a feeling, but also a kind of girlish feelings.
Not afraid of a person stranding love, only afraid of moving the heart but not getting boiling love, the only warmth is gradually approaching the freezing point. And this frozen heart does not know when it will be melted again, and it will be wild in the hot summer in the next season!
If love is far-fetched, the uneasy heart will be hurt again, and probably all those who desire to be loved hide a naïveté that you can't get.
Because you don't know the future, because since you were born, your temperament, your way of thinking seems to freeze what kind of person you are, what kind of life you can have.
Soothe your repressed feelings with a Buddhist heart, and then like a poet, write about the inspiration that does not have the edge, and then in that mood.
Gradually rejoicing in a person's solitude, gradually losing patience, gradually putting the helplessness that stretches into the world into a strong shell. With insignificant power in the vast world, the ego depicts you staying in a city, a house, a corner of the quiet.
<b>Outside the window was snow white, snow white cold, snow white heart...</b>
<b>A flower, a tree, a lake, a dam, a house. This is probably the far side you don't know, and it is also the resignation of stopping at your feet. For the longing for the distance, it is not like this, I am just a watchful eye for the love of the heart. When did you come to my side and stir my little heart, and when did you timidly leave the scene, leaving me alone. </b>
<b>After all, it is not possible to get ah, like a dream, but how this emotional heart is, how to quietly support the cold frost after the warm smell in the memory.
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<b>If you can be willful, you can be a little more willful, will the original intention be awakened by the love that has been frozen in the ground again? </b>