Paint the peach face of the beauty, imitate the snow bones of the beauty, compare the ice heart of the beauty, and breathe the flower soul of the beauty.
It's getting late, and the night sky is falling.
The wind and snow are coming, and the lights are about to go out.
It's snowing in the evening, can I have a drink?
When his years pass away, can you remember his shadow in the snow?
Paint the skin, paint the bones, paint the heart, and paint the soul.
In the end, I couldn't draw the true feelings.