Before the last snow clears. Or, I still have time to shiver with a slight cool fingertip. The fire has not yet been extinguished. It's still too late to warm a glass of wine for you. Hot blood, from the heart to the fingertips, every millisecond. Some distances make people afraid of cooling down in an instant.
Like a cloud rushing to another, brewing a rain roll. Like one snow, rushing to another snow. This winter, so the snow is stacked. Snow color, has long been the city. Snow, or green bricks and red tiles in the color of snow, the immutable walls and ink colors. The color of the mountains and rivers has not changed. Only the years and the human heart have changed.
I'm terrified of winter. Except for this snow, and the snow color in the middle of you. Have I ever told you that I was afraid of the cold? My fingers were cold and stiff as if I was going to die. Or, in a previous life, you warmed me with your hot blood, causing me to fallacy in this life.
The beginning and end of each story is like a charming blossom. Confused, confused. Allow me to be a fox frozen for a thousand years, with only vivid eyebrows under the thick ice. Retain the desire and expression of staring, but lose the heart and soul. It is better not to meet, the city is colorful. And I have already poured out my heart for you.
In the next life, I only wish to be a green lotus before the Buddha. Quiet and bright, listen to Sanskrit singing. Open or not open, do not come for anyone, or do not come, do not like or hate. Twist a string of hand beads, and your mind is clear. When snowflakes fall in love with the sun, that inch shines straight to the heart. Fight all your life, drunk and red-
She melted from clear and willing to teardrops, joy or bitterness. When a flower blooms, a flower fails. It is a flower, and it is difficult to escape the situation of withering in the mud. On a sunny afternoon, I happily squinted my eyes to see the tiny particles of dust floating in the air, and time and space were so quiet. If you have to meet each other, the more regrets you have, the more regrets you have.
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