Lost in winter love...
I am very worried that one day, I wake up in the morning, all the contact information is black, capricious you, let me want to stop, say good days for a long time, I don't know how long I can silently guard ...
The water is cold and the mountains are quiet, stepping on the snow to find the footprints of yesterday, as if taking this life as the last life, waiting at the intersection of fate, looking forward to your familiar figure. Knock on the door of memory, change the mood of looking for plums in the snow, and the memories are poetic and simple.
Some people say that love is like a rose, in the season of blossoms, blooming a beautiful and charming smile. And our love is like a snowflake, knowing how beautiful it is and how cold it is, wanting to hold it in the palm of my hand, missing it as always, even if it disappears, I have no regrets.
The cold wind is fierce, and I want to find a trace of the past memory, but only the ground is cold...
