I don't know who is drinking wine this year.
A glass of refreshing wine, a snow with lanterns.
I have been drunk for half my life, and dreamed for half my life. In my drunkenness and in my dreams, it was all about that night snow, and the flawless whiteness became a burning scar in my heart.
Mulberry falls, mulberry falls...
Vomiting out a mouthful of bruised blood fell into the altar, just like fireworks blooming.
In the dark night,
Go to sleep from now on,
And there are lovers who are still wrapping snowflakes in long clothes and bringing them to you from thousands of miles away.
Conception:
