I kept searching, over and over again.
That is the real me, and the path I am looking for in my life is not the one under my feet.
If so, why is my heart like an ice blade cutting deeper every day?
If not, then what does it matter if I spend half my life?
Yes or no, it doesn't matter. My obsession with you is getting deeper and deeper day by day.
I want to meet you when spring comes.
I want to see you again in autumn.
Xia Zou, I want to see you three times.
Winter is gone, but I remain unchanged.
One thought dies, one thought arises.
If you keep thinking about it, there will be repercussions.
Intention: I hope you get what you want.