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Time flows, stepping on the snow, tomorrow is the heavy snow season among the twenty-four solar terms.
Every snowflake falling on the earth with its wings represents a thought, a concern, and a tenderness.
When snow falls, I am most afraid of lovesickness, but I am most likely to miss lovesickness.
The person who promised to hold your hand, accompany you to walk on the snow and find plum blossoms, cook snow and tea, is it okay at this moment?
Once upon a time, love is like this snowflake, simple, pure and beautiful.
Once upon a time, you were like that snowflake, warm, passionate and cute.
, it would be great if life could be just like the first meeting!
The years flow, but they cannot withstand the invasion of the world. Those days we have walked hand in hand and the warm smiles reflected in our hearts have never become the mountains, rivers and moons in our lives.
We met each other in the crowd, but missed each other...
had to hide my longing. Only in the days of snow can it sprout in my heart.
says that missing a city is not how good it is, but because someone lives in the city, and that longing is like flying snowflakes. Although it is quiet, every flower falls in my heart...
It seems that I see snow, it is like seeing you. In the dim lights of , when the fireworks rise, I trek towards me.
The word "Fate" is a cycle of reincarnation;
A heart is filled with tears;
people often know how to cherish after losing it.
You once said, "I wish to win one person's heart and never leave each other."
You also said, "I will use snow with me and share my hair with me."
was just that at that time, I was young and didn't change, and finally this love could be remembered.
As you grow older, you have learned how to love, but you are not around you.
I am so lucky to meet someone who treats you sincerely, even if the mountains are high and the road is far away, even if the sea is far away, as long as this affection passes through the heart, it will be unforgettable.
Slightly missed, accompanied by snowflakes falling into the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and into the heart between my eyebrows, I write a winter love song.
If missing is a heavy snow, you are all the snowflakes.
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