See the broken flowers at sunset, and you will feel sad after all your happiness. When the traces of time leave only a shell on one's body, life may really be like a passing cloud, and eventually turn into dust. In this season of dead grass and dead eyes, it is difficult to find warmth. The bleak autumn wind floats around like fallen leaves with a bleak mood, looking forward to the destination of my impossible soul. "It's snowing outside, and my heart is bleeding." Standing alone by the window, looking angrily at the snowflakes flying in the sky outside, I fantasized in my heart: "If the sky restrains its snow elves, I will definitely say "I admire you" to the sky. If a time limit is added to the snow cessation time, I hope it will be ten thousand years!"
