The fortune teller said: "Snow has no trace, and love has no trace. Snow is invisible, and love is invisible. When winter comes, snow falls all over the city; when love comes, love falls all over the city. When winter passes, snow turns into water; after love, love turns into tears."
Who said there is no trace of snow? How did the white world in front of me come into being? The first sentence was wrong. How can I believe the prophecy that follows, how can love be passed, and how can love turn into tears?
Who knew that I was deceiving myself? Winter passed, snow turned into water, love... Was still there, but... Ling'er, why did you choose to hate?
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