Whose Jianjia is that peerless appearance? Whose world is that smile as beautiful as a flower? After brushing off the snowflakes on my clothes, there are still many fleeting years that have not been burned out. When silence reaches eternal life, that life is the end.
The snow fell quietly, and he slowly raised his head. A smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth. Looking up at the flying snow in the sky, Mo Qingge had already burst into tears. There seemed to be strands of loneliness flashing through his clear eyes...
Without the person I love in this world, what color flowers can bloom on this earth?
The clear yet fuzzy laughter in the memory keeps echoing, clear and bright in the wind and the stream; the dried but moist tears at night flow eternally, desperate and sad in the dream...