The cold weather in spring can kill young people.
The snow on the ice field has not yet melted, and the shining yellow buds have struggled to break through the ice. I watched them bloom and bloom. As I watched, I covered my face and shed tears. It is so difficult, Yunzhe, how can I break free from the ice of memories and walk towards the sunshine you once guided.
Jing Xun, I have planted all the seeds you left for me. They are now blooming with crooked faces, but the seeds in my heart have not yet sprouted.