But leaning on the slow string, I let go of my farewell thoughts,
Listen to old songs,
stay in gloom
The ice is released and I feel myself drifting away,
Bracing for the cold spring,
Who wake up for
A glance at the vicissitudes of life,
The snowy land is desolate.
The sky is vast and the cold mist is lingering.
Thousands of mountains in the distance stand silently in the sky, watching the chaos of the world with cold eyes.
But a snowfall,
How can we wipe away their grudges and grudges?
The wind filled the silver brocade robe, and the stray light and shadow dispersed, reflecting the dim brilliance.
The pure color mist in the distance is dense in the soft sandalwood, and a few wisps of light smoke pass by loomingly.
When the light blue sky shines down, the silver colored glaze of the vast palaces of the Snow Kingdom Palace flows with colorful brilliance, swirling and rippling like the halo of moonlight.
This group of crystal-clear palaces are as clear as the moon palace, as clear as the flying snow in the sky and not stained by dust.
They, what kind of obsession do they have?
Only then will life after life be full of sorrow and sorrow
Suddenly I look back for the last time and see everything
Who will I wake up for in this life?
I can only sing about the snow, and the falling ice is cold. . . . .
Conception: