Snowflakes are flying, and Z city has reached the coldest time of the year. I always feel that he will suddenly appear in front of me in the next second, and I feel that we may never meet again. It doesn't matter, my sweetheart, I wish you happiness.
Intention: When you are immature, you always squander love, thinking that you may meet a better person in the future. When you grow up, you regret missing the person you love most. Not everyone has the opportunity to correct their mistakes in time.