Fantasy: This Man Is as Lonely as Snow

My eyes can see all the cities in your chest, but I don't want to pry into them My hands can touch all the secrets in your pocket, but I always stop at it because of pity. My heart can tolerate the mortal world, but it cannot escape fate, loneliness is like snow Ning Qingran faced the sea and sighed in loneliness... Turning life into thunder, tenderness into frost and snow, thoughts shattering into stars, who can share this dream with me?