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Many youths are probably festered in the abundant rain of time. Many boys and girls are accustomed to missing the red and green playgrounds they walked under the red sun. Many distant sounds disappeared in the sky, and then quickly sank toward the horizon. Many sunrises and sunsets turned into scattered moonlight in the world, and on the face of the years, white tears shone brightly and dimly. Just like before, the clouds that stayed in the sky for a long time and the face gradually turned red. Just like that day, the water condensing in the middle of the river and the eyes gradually became colder. Just like every year in the past, autumn coolness spreads to every street, stops at every window, and wraps around every string. But, I am no longer the owner of that white dress. You are not the sad young man watching the wind on the embankment.

If you turn your youth upside down and wander around again, If all encounters could be revived in the warm summer sun, If you unfold the years and read them again, If the whole body can sleep through the seasons of youth. If you pull back the years to how you were when you were young, If time does not flow in a hurry, the night is still young. Then-- If snowflakes remain at the equator and fine sand melts away with tears, will you cherish me? If the equator keeps snowflakes and tears melt away fine sand, can I keep you?

The encounter between him and her was brought about by snow, and the farewell between him and her was silent. He was cold and dismissive towards her on the surface, but in his heart he would do anything to protect her; she still cared about him and tried her best to make him smile once more. Hey, my Iceberg Prince, I, Mo Ying'er, will capture you and occupy you until old age. I ask you if you are willing? If you are willing, we can grow old together; if not, we will become strangers from now on. What will be the result? Let's see how "I" get the iceberg, watch and cherish it. It is said that icebergs will melt over time. My Iceberg Prince, you will be the same, right?

In my life, I have dreamed of you in thousands of places in the world. You are above the blue sky, and I will look at your reflected face on the sea. You are under the earth's crust, and I will carve your image on the vast earth. The sea has changed, the sea has dried up and the stone has rotted. The despair of death is inevitable in this life. So, you became the tears filling the corners of my eyes, and I became the speck of dust that passed under your feet. You know, I'm thinking of you. No matter when the sun rises and penetrates the gaps in the trees, Still in the ocean that has been wasted away by time, I miss you all. One second ago, you were like the southern sun bringing warmth, The next second, you swept away my prosperous dream like a pale wave. So, I became a lone star in the sky, following darkness and light. Beyond that distant light-year, waiting for the reawakening of love.

The long street I walked on was because you cut off all the thorns for me, and the river I walked on was the mark you secretly hid in the glass bottle. Hiding from the cool rain, you are as cool as you. Occasionally, you bring news, which clears my burning thoughts all day long. Smooth at night and at dawn, melt my condensed heart, embrace a gust of cool wind, and let you come and go in the gaps in my heart. I opened my eyes wide and couldn't find you. My floating hair kept you, but my smiling face didn't have time to review your kiss. Memories are the only traces of you. When I was young, I didn't know you or your heart. Only when I was young did I realize that you were waiting for me. If companionship is the longest confession of love, then waiting is love that is dedicated regardless of the consequences.