I heard it's very cold in winter.
I heard it will snow in winter.
I heard that there are many mysterious stories in winter.
I heard that most of those stories don't have a happy ending.
I heard that winter makes me cry.
I heard that campus and society are like a huge dye vat. Once inside, it is difficult to see your original color.
It is said that the human soul is originally very pure.
I heard that when God created man, the process was wonderful.
When we walk slowly on the frosty road, we can't help but look back at the footprints we left. Did those past stories and disappeared people really exist?
He said he liked her.
Then what?
Will young and frivolous love really have consequences?
Have no idea.
She said she didn't want to leave him.
Then what?
Would she hate it when he cruelly abandoned her on the operating table?
Have no idea.
This winter day is very cold.
Such a life is very vain.
Like quicksand floating in water.
Fleeting.