A thin wall, two moods, three people in despair.
The moon is cold tonight.
Frost and snow were falling, and there was no one in the courtyard.
Narukura sobbed, no one was lying on the bed.
A thin wall, two moods, three people in despair.
The moon is cold tonight.
Frost and snow were falling, and there was no one in the courtyard.
Narukura sobbed, no one was lying on the bed.
The beauty is like yarn, and the breeze is white.
Yingyingsu turns the hand and saves people's lives.
A kind of separation, two people are separated, they are both at the end of the world, and they will eventually return.
The road is far and the snow is deep, four lines form a poem, carved on the snow, etched in the heart.