"Cold and Dust in the Snow" Red dust is like a dream, and the snow before the steps makes the mountains lose their color. The return date is uncertain, and it rains on the eaves, dripping until dawn. I can only do away from people, jump into the red

"Cold and Dust in the Snow" Red dust is like a dream, and the snow before the steps makes the mountains lose their color. The return date is uncertain, and it rains on the eaves, dripping until dawn.

I can only be a person, jump into the red dust, looking for a basket of food and a scoop, to give back to my virgin mother.

Hate is not like the white lady, will do a thousand spells, cross to the mother's youth, find a good family for her, solve her life's sorrow and suffering, even if there is no me in that ending.

Looking back at the eyes, speechless choking, all kinds of thoughts, pressed into the deep night, even if the thousand sails have passed, I am still at the ferry, guarding your figure. #你在人生最低谷的时候是怎么熬过来的 #