"The people of that year, the snow at the beginning of this year"
The dissipating figure melting into the wind and snow is a song of time.
I just don't know who to tell the ending to?
Which confession shocked you? Maybe I can only remember this year's snow alone.
Whose intention is the little poem that nags you every day? You don't know, but every word is what I want to say to you.
Time has boiled the memories, and I try hard to look back and take a look at you who once smiled.
The love letters I once wrote have long been blurred. The only thing I forgot to say is that the most beautiful sentences are every word you say.
I looked into your eyes, but your face turned red with embarrassment.
I wanted to tell you how much I like you in the snow, so I walked into the snow to look for you.
As I walked, my head turned white...
Walking, walking, many years later...