Yinan at that time
I don't know how to forgive
When we try to interpret these two words a hundred years later,
It suddenly dawned on me that what I cared about most back then is now just like the snow outside the window
when the snow melts
You really don't have to care anymore
Just in that green period
The passionate expression of tender green feelings seems to have become a patent
As if it's not complete without leaving a little regret
When will the snow melt?
Yinan asked herself silently
Do you want to wait for the snow in your heart to melt?
Spring will come