Woman: When my hair reaches my waist, will it be okay for me to return as a young boy?
When my hair reaches my feet, will the young man marry me?
When my long hair grows back, will the young man be intoxicated?
I was walking and jumping in the snow, did the boy look at me?
Crying in the snow, love is far away. When will the young man arrive in the snow?
The man in the snow, do you know who he is? Whose young man Fufeng Yao.
The snowman cries, who should he treat? I don't know who can know?
Man: The wind in the cold sky sounds like snow, and the earth is covered with snow.
Better than three spring rays, pear blossoms bloom everywhere.
The pine needles will fall and the cypress leaves will wither.
The branches are still crying with blood, waiting for the footsteps of snow to come.
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