Maybe snow is not a pseudonym for winter
The damp heart is like the melancholy of winter
And not just in the city where I live
It's the same everywhere you go
A little sunshine in winter
It doesn't shine into the frozen mind
There are friends in the distance
Bringing news of early spring February
Across the river
One step away
I can't feel the good news
I was looking for a jump in the plum bushes
I was worried about missing the spring
Miss the season
More worried about losing yourself in the cold
Loss of passion
Maybe snow is not a pseudonym for winter, and the damp heart is also like the melancholy of winter, not only in the city where I live, but everywhere I go, the sun does not shine in winter, and the heart is frozen, and there are friends in the distance who bring early spring Maybe snow is not a pseudonym for winter, and the damp heart is also like the melancholy of winter, not only in the city where I live, but everywhere I go, the sun does not shine in winter, and the heart is frozen, and there are friends in the distance who bring early spring Maybe snow is not a pseudonym for winter, and the damp heart is also like the melancholy of winter, not only in the city where I live, but everywhere I go, the sun does not shine in winter, and the heart is frozen, and there are friends in the distance who bring early spring Maybe snow is not a pseudonym for winter, and the damp heart is also like the melancholy of winter, not only in the city where I live, but everywhere I go, the sun does not shine in winter, and the heart is frozen, and there are friends in the distance who bring early spring Maybe snow is not a pseudonym for winter, and the damp heart is also like the melancholy of winter, not only in the city where I live, but everywhere I go, the sun does not shine in winter, and the heart is frozen, and there are friends in the distance who bring early spring Maybe snow is not a pseudonym for winter, and the damp heart is also like the melancholy of winter, not only in the city where I live, but everywhere I go, the sun does not shine in winter, and the heart is frozen, and there are friends in the distance who bring early spring Maybe snow is not a pseudonym for winter, and the damp heart is also like the melancholy of winter, not only in the city where I live, but everywhere I go, the sun does not shine in winter, and the heart is frozen, and there are friends in the distance who bring early spring Maybe snow is not a pseudonym for winter, and the damp heart is also like the melancholy of winter, not only in the city where I live, but everywhere I go, the sun does not shine in winter, and the heart is frozen, and there are friends in the distance who bring early spring