In the soft corners, in the loneliness, embrace the warm sun of spring.
The winter wind was like a knife, and a knife stabbed him deeply and tore his heart. He couldn't stand it, he'd rather be a warm steel guard like that cold winter. He has his temper, his heart is like a knife, only he can endure the pain of blood. He didn't want to endure the indifference of the world anymore, nor did he want to endure the warmth and cold of the world, he just wanted to enjoy it quietly.
He wanted to give her the deepest love, to give her the way to her feet. He used his weakest light to walk through the cold and rainy wasteland of the world, and used his most cherished skin care. He had used his own weakness to resist, and warmed his cold heart in his clearest way. His love was different from the cold wind of a winter night. A pair of wordless images filled him with tears and self-blame. In a winter, he could only freeze the hot wind in his eyes with an indifferent posture, and he warmed his hungry heart all his life.
At that moment, his heart was full of enthusiasm, and he cried once, and he could all hope for it. So he longed for it to appear every winter, and its warmth could make him tired, to make the little dust on his body accompany the breeze.
No one cares, the cold is like a child, the cold is so cold that it makes people feel uncomfortable. Because he has always felt that his body is superfluous, loneliness is like a child being infected, loneliness is like a patient with a nervous half hanging, loneliness is like a person who gently stabs the heart, issuing a whimpering and whimpering, that miserable scream, that heart-tearing cry, all of which are painful.
Some people say that love is a luxury, he feels the happiest thing is that no one can do this, he does not know whether this is a kind of grief or unhappiness, always silently thinking that he is very strong, only to find that he is like this, he does not know whether it is a kind of loneliness or a kind of loneliness?
This winter is not the same cold, that winter is not the same rest, his wife did not come back for those few days, he did not care at all, but did he know in his heart? That winter was not satisfactory, but he was still very strong, he knew that he had lost something, but life would go on, still in that mood! Just like him today, the same mood, so he didn't need to come back, so he knew that as long as she came home and home was still there, it was enough!
Winter would tell him if he was feeling this way? He knew, so what he had lost was the silent heat, and he knew that it was a silent pain.
Winter's mood was complicated, he didn't need to pay attention to it, he knew, he knew it was a mistake, it was a wound-wrenching pain. He doesn't need a reason, he just needs to bear it bravely, to understand that state of mind, which is a cruel pain! He needed that heavy love, and he wanted that heavy love, a little soothing, to please him.
Winter is coming, he wants to find that feeling that comes out of his consciousness, he knows, there is no hope in winter's eyes, the person he loves will see him, what he hopes is that he is a happy person, he wants everyone to live a happy and happy life!