The taste of love is never clear; winter is cold, but the heart is warm; the water is light, but the heart is sweet; the road is far away, but the heart is near. The feelings are also thick in the depths, and the meaning of the heart also understands; who

The taste of love is never clear; winter is cold, but the heart is warm; the water is light, but the heart is sweet; the road is far away, but the heart is near. Feelings are also thick in the depths, and the heart is also understood; who is your scene, whose shadow you are; sometimes there is no need to ask; feelings, that is, one heart, living in another heart; the heart is tacit, self-warming; like water is delicate, like snow pure goodness. Some fragments, some gratitude, some past, some warm hearts, naturally knocked out the music of love, the poem of love. Love turns out to be the word "simple", simple and simple, and what enters the heart is the most beautiful and warmest.