New Year's poems | the snow of fate drifts through the years that have passed

Late universe | wen

The wind blew away the snow flaps, and the sky was as cold as ever

Let it go, anyway

Winter snow has always been easy to agitate, easy

Tyrannical in dusk and early hours of the morning

Winter snow has always been like a worn-out basket

Like the stove and rice jar in the poor man's house

Snow drifts on the mountains, floats at the water's edge

Snow drifts through the woods, floating on the road

Drifting in the cold winter night, the ends of pedestrians' hair

Floating in the hearts of strangers and downcasts

Snow fell silently on the ground

Life drifted to the ground without a sound

Those warm tears that flowed together

Together we look forward to the warmth that can surround humanity

Let it be

The snow of fate drifts through the years that have passed

The fate we carry, the fate of struggle

The glory we embrace, the shattered illusion

He was pretending to give the night a heart-wrenching blow

(Happy New Year, Critical Strike Hope.) ）