The memory is gently washed away. On the white snow, a larger hand holds a smaller one, one foot is deep, one foot is shallow... The footprints on the snow are not alone, we will never be separated for life... How far is the road to heaven? If possible, can I look at you from a distance like this?
I am wearing your clothes today. They have not kept you, but they are still warm. Wandering between bitterness and sweetness, I can't see through the ambiguous eyes. Love or love is borrowed for one night and must be returned eventually, no matter how greedy it is.
Note: An old article posted in 2008 under another name.
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