As time goes by,
there are many good days with the fragrance of flowers,
quietly and inadvertently passing by.
The beauty is like a dream, stunning the time.
The pure heart is like a lotus, leaving fragrance for the years.
No matter success or failure,
no matter past, present or future,
you will always be my loving and warm Fangfei.
The wind is biting and winter is lonely,
The sun looks coldly at the mountains and rivers.
The desolation of ice and snow is overwhelming,
the sparse vegetation is swaying in the wind,
birds occasionally fly across the branches, chirping and flying away in a hurry, as if they are afraid of this empty and silent silence.
I walked through the snow in search of poetry, but there were only lingering pale words.
Look into the distance~ and send me a ray of spring breeze, okay?
I am waiting for spring, and I am waiting for you.
The light flashes, the years grow old in a blink of an eye,
the unexpected encounter,
half joy and half melancholy,
will no longer hide the thoughts because of lack of courage.
Love is like fire, melting the wind and frost of the journey.
I will not stay with you for the rest of the world.
I just want to look back thousands of times.
You are still the poem that I send my heart to.
Don't ask how many times the years are new,
You know spring when you see the purple swallow.
The falling snow in front of the court reflects the red sun, and
the warm-eyed beauty enters the painting.
