In my memory, there was a beautiful peach blossom tree, on that late autumn morning, looking out the window, and the fluttering fragrance was carrying me a faint sentimental wound, a cavity of loneliness, just as her departure, only in that snowy early winter, gave me a cold beauty, but never decayed.
That year, the beauty of that snowflake, your ruthlessness, your one deep love, your one deep love, your everything. Did you know? On that late autumn afternoon, when the familiar sunflower, a flower in its most bloom, walked together for us, leaving infinite thoughts to give me infinite beautiful reverie.
Your shadow flies down again and again on the white snowflakes. Your shadow floats out on the beautiful petals, your red color is deeply imprinted in my mind, your silhouette is so clear, just like you gently flow between the palms of our hands with the feathers of love, the breath of love, so charming, so fragrant. The beautiful petals gradually solidify in the snowy field, and the tears between your petals turn into that beautiful aura, like a mature and transparent woman. Your fragrance is like the fragrance of the autumn osmanthus tree in your body, and whenever I carefully float down with my gaze and the most beautiful posture, as if you and the beautiful snowflakes touch, bringing me endless reverie and sorrow.
In the midst of that beautiful snowflake, are you lonely? You don't sigh, you don't complain, you don't hold back, because your beautiful things are so bright and dazzling. You are my jewel tree, open in the world of the heart, more warm and pleasant, not every woman with a relationship has a loving soul.