My Wasteful Life

In the depth of winter, the flowers are silent, but the wind understands. Love rises with the wind, but it is difficult to calm down when the wind stops. It snows heavily in the capital, and it is completely white. Outside the city wall, there are killings and a sea of ​​corpses, but it cannot cover the beauty of the city. The corners of the young man's lips raised, and he whispered softly: "I would like to use this prosperous age as a gift to marry you and go home." The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? "I miss you, please come back." They separated in midsummer and met in cold winter, but they had already changed. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.