The scenery is connected, and I sink into it. The rustling wind and snow are wrapped in a cold feeling. Your slender figure is imprinted in your eyes, and the black coat on your body is like a god descending. I burst into tears.
Looking up, your true heart is concealed, and as you pass by the lips that are so close but cannot be kissed, do you feel the restless desire roaring?
I don't think about anything, I just want to kiss the taste of your lips, fresh, bitter, but still sweet...