I think of the snow of that season, floating in the coldest night, the lonely snow flakes left by God in the world, one by one, between the tentacles, wetting the fingertips, some people have a destiny, what went wrong, passed away, missed, no expectations, and lost the future, the memory will only stop at yesterday, can no longer spread forward, and we can never go back to the original point. I think of the snow in that season, the lonely snow flakes, falling in a season that does not belong to him, drop by drop, in a blink of an eye, my face is full of tears, there is some wind and some snow, there is nothing wrong. Looking back, I miss it, I have no complaints, and I am no longer obsessed, because she is just snow, and it cannot keep the brief moment. Our past is very far away. It snowed again in the hazy sky, but the missing snow of the season was no longer found. The lonely snowflakes, mixed with longing, fell quietly in the world one by one.