It is rare that there is no snow in Beicheng this year, and it is also rare that I am not alone.
Obviously, obviously, the image is still imprinted in my mind,
It's obvious, it's obvious, but I can't remember the voice.
The young man was also persistent. He had never seen a shooting star, so how could he dare to hide it?
What can't be touched is my heart, which is completely empty and endless.
Spring, I didn't find you,
Like, the so-called warmth.
Note:
The writing is small and the writing is slow.
Concept: I just came up with it, inspiration suddenly hit me, like spring.