The midwinter wind is painful, but the falling snow is extremely beautiful.
When I was seven years old, I met you in the harsh winter; when I was in my cardamom years, I missed you in the early spring; when the four seasons passed, I fell in love with you in the midsummer;
In the years without you, my love has grown like crazy.
But in the face of the impermanence of the world, joy is so insignificant that it is not worth mentioning.
Right and wrong, grudges, things and people are different,
I only wish that life could be just like the first time we met.
Intention: Cherish the moment and love whenever you want