The corners of his clothes are white with frost
Pillow by candlelight in a deserted shop
The spider silk wooden door creaks softly
Shocked, painted beams and sawdust begonia
The spring color is like a fleeting year withered and yellow
There is a handful of light in the gap between you and me
Breathing in and sharing the warmth makes you feel like you are in heaven
The moonlight shines on the clothes for the rest of my life
Showing affection in every place is not inferior to madness
Eyebrows, fingertips, hair tips, tease the night long
Turn into wild peach blossoms to give you scenery