The mountains are one step away, the water is one step away, the vines are slanting and the horns are singing, and thousands of tents are lit late at night.
The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, whether you know yourself or not, there is no such sound in this year.
The white snow covers the last traces, just like time, it will eventually erase the past.
Only then did I suddenly realize that I had always taken God's best gift for granted.
There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don't know it.
Don't you know?
Just
Do you know?