I've accumulated a lot of memories. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. I'm not going to be able to get a lot more than that. And the snowflakes are still flaky, still can forget the sadness.
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A snowflake fluttering, who's love drifted down to the ground?
Looking forward to a long time the snowflakes finally fell, quietly standing in front of the window, looking out the window snowflakes, snow flakes flying, fluttering, beautiful, stretch out a hand, let the snowflakes lightly, silently drifting down to the palm of the hand, if anything, the miserable white, fingertip jumping cold, framing the memory of this moment.
My heart sprouted thoughts that could not be calmed, as if scattered and scattered falling snowflakes ......
A bone-deep memory, a heartfelt encounter, a vow not to leave and not to give up, just like this drifted away.
I miss, miss our inexplicable encounter, miss us happy those days, you remember? So far, I still can't forget the love in those long ago days. It was like a tree that bloomed, growing in a city out of place. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
I can't forget the encounter with you, I can't forget your tenderness to me, and I can't forget your smile.
Quietly, quietly so has been standing in the place of love, long refused to move away from the footsteps, because too much love, or because too much want?
Perhaps,
met you, in the snowy season, destined to my sadness.
Falling in love with you, in the season of willow fluttering, interpreted my sorrow.
Only, I still look forward to your arrival, still y waiting, so that perhaps I can get out of a long journey. Because I want to find you, even if the cold wind is cold, my heart, because of the thought of you and feel a touch of warmth.
Looking down,
a piece of snow. Bewildered, in a trance your back disappeared in the horizon. Outside the window, the snow is still flying, the whole Beijing covered with a layer of white veil. The snow can be so pure, quietly, silently, and truly drifting down the love in my heart, the thoughts in my heart, the waiting in my heart.
The winter of that year, warm as spring, because you. Today's winter, snow-covered, alone in an empty city.
Is it a happy, sad?
Two snowflakes like flotsam, who's sadness spread all over the sky?
A person wandering alone in the snow, in the flying snow. Snowflakes, a piece of closely followed by a piece, a group after a group, straight down to earth. It floated toward me and fell on the tips of my hair.
Yes, the snowflakes are always the elves of winter, and her appearance makes the sleeping 'dream ignite hope, thoughts with the snowflakes flying, in the bitter cold wind of winter, her dance is so elegant.
Somehow, looking at such a snowy scene, looking at the clouds sprinkled with tears, but the heart does not know where to fly? The thoughts that tumbled, for a moment, thoughts began to stretch, such as thousands of vines entangled in the heart.
Looking at the earth a blank slate, the flawless white color, without any impurities, is my favorite; air, flying snowflakes such as that of the willow flakes, and like pear blossoms fall all over the ground. Messy snowflakes, such as my thoughts like drifting, weaving my memories. And my thoughts, always in the space flow, can not find a shore to dock.
Looking back at a string of overlapping footprints behind me, there is a vague half-curtain of sadness under the pure white snow traces. I would like to, in such a snowy place have you accompany me to print the footprints of happiness.
Remember, that day in the snow, you said to me that you want to leave the moment, once all the dreams are broken. I but in, just a few lingering memories of wet eyes, but also embraced the oath you gave.
In this way, has not been willing to give up on your waiting, clinging to the old love left behind, because too stupid, or because too love?
Those who wait for the old?
Those, who are in love with the tenderness?
These are the things that have been wasted in the past?
Memory, clear and bright. Turning around, a turn of the eye into memories fell into the contemplation, fragmentation can not see complete, the past sprinkled all over the place; vaguely, see that smile; reach out, is the cold air and the mood of loss.
It turns out that you have always been my deepest concern.
It turns out that you have always been the person I can't let go of.
It turns out that thinking about you has long become a habit.
I still remember the look of your side face smile, still remember you for me to warm the hands of the scene.
It's just that
I was so happy to have you with me that winter. Today's winter, you left me, leaving me heartbroken.
Three nights of desolation, whose remnants of grief filled the world?
Accompanied by the night, the snowflakes are still flying. This is a season of longing, the sky full of snow hovering lovers thoughts, confabulation and poignant, silently fluttering eternal.
Under the dim light, looking at the missing corner of the photo, the disappeared scenery reappeared. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to my old life.
Every time a snowflake drifts down, every time a firework is lit, every thought I have is quietly transmitted.
That winter, I opened the door of that dusty heart for you, ready to accompany you to the end of prosperity. Today's winter, however, I let it freeze into ice and start hibernating.
Looking out the window of the snowflakes, light from my eyes drifting down, it recorded with its tenderness that period of watery years of the past, in the dim lights of the city roadside, look up and look up, clearly are your silhouette, the light of them flashing Xu Xu fell, the wet pavement is clearly written on the memories of past days...... That crystal clear cold let me realize that you have left, and I must be reborn.
The earth gradually thick, has become blurred, as my worries yesterday, in the light of the years, quietly receding.
"Snowdrift" has been playing on repeat, listening to the familiar song, struggling to feel. Around just a little bit of space left, occupying the sad and silent heart. Not willing to think, not willing to see, not willing to feel, not willing to go ....... Has not been able to resist the penetrating pain. So many, many thoughts lingering there.
The night is dark, the road is sparse, but I was in the wind shake
How long to go, how long to find dependence
This is something we have gone through quite a lot
How much of this heart you can experience
Snowflakes drift in the wind, the heart is also in the wind burn
This is so you such a me to be able to rely on each other
This is a good idea, I'm not sure what to say, but I think it's a good idea.
How much of this has we been able to bear
In the midst of twilight, there's no place to look for direction
I've been pretending to be at home in the snow
I've been trying to say what I want to say and I'm not going to say it again
I'm not going to say anything else, but I'm not going to say anything at all.
The snowflakes are just pretending to be free
The words are coming out of my mouth
Don't talk about it, okay? Just go, don't worry about how bad I feel
Remember to laugh together in the coming year
The snowflakes are in the wind
It's a sad song that was born in the winter and flowed with time. Thoughts are constantly blocking the memories play, blind pursuit is still empty. It's a happy, sad? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get it right, but I'm going to be able to get it right.
The snowflake love, the sky hide worry.
Afterword:
Waiting for the next snowy season, waiting for a woman to watch the snowflakes fly with me!
In my remaining time, accompany me to grow old quietly.
In the remaining time of my life, accompany me to grow old quietly.