I always think back countless times, those snowy winters, when you let go of my hand, the feelings accumulated bit by bit, disappeared layer by layer, and finally became a transparent ribbon, but wrapped around my bone marrow. People can never see through the mirror, just like I can never understand you. Looking back at dusk, the dream is still the same. It was a withered season. In the distance, your figure fell on the place where the cherry blossoms withered. When I returned to you again and held your hand again, your body temperature gradually cooled down along the heart and veins. When I looked up, your clean and bright smile hung on my face, and I had already burst into tears...
The cherry blossoms died sadly, and the heavy snow fell, freezing my heart again and again. I have no extravagant expectations, I just want you to be happy, because your eyes are the brightest light in my life. Maybe you feel tired and sleepy. With your eyes closed tightly, you look like a sleeping child. The birds at dusk are chirping sadly and passing diagonally across the sky. Your smile appears in the blue sky. I don't know if I will leave with loneliness when I die, but I will smile at the sky, hoping that you will take away our happiness so that you will no longer be lonely...