The first snow in early winter, it did not come late or early, appeared in the night when I miss you, and I enjoyed the beautiful touch and comfort brought to me. Looking at the light and elegant snowflakes outside the window, I would like to accompany the snowflakes, dance with the snowflakes, and share the uneasiness and discomfort in my heart...
The dim sky, the end of your world, as dim as a distant figure, has taken off its warm coat, spreading cold thoughts, unable to remember, but unable to forget, quietly moistening the two long rows of white space on the cheeks.
The snowflakes blended into the night are white, flawless, quiet and dreamy. I dare not reach out to catch the snowflakes under the lights of thousands of houses outside the window. I am afraid of dirtying its holiness and disturbing its sleep. I don’t want its cold and proud soul to linger between my fingers, looking forward to the next reincarnation just like me.
Love is a light in the lights of thousands of homes, a firm and persistent waiting, and a scenery for you over the years. Looking at the snowflakes outside the window, there was a trace of lovesickness on the paper of thoughts, tears were silent. I held the pen in my heart and wanted to describe the warmth of the past. What if I did, my trembling hands could not draw this gentle and sweet sadness. Love, hurt, hurt, maybe this is love.
