That year, you stood with me in the snow, gently held my waist, leaned over and whispered in my ear that you loved me.
Your ears and temples are a little red, you said, you are weak in water, but you can only take a scoop from me.
Now, things have changed and people have changed, but I am still me, but you have already held her in your arms, accompanying her through all kinds of beautiful things, and guiding the country.
Intention: All deep feelings may be just what you think in the end, and all things and people will eventually turn into sighs and drift away.