Snowflakes fly

It's like a floating yarn

Entangled in the intimacy between heaven and earth

It enriches my imagination

It's cold and cold

Flooded my thoughts

Hesitating on the streets alone

In the bewildered eyes of the street lamp

is guarding the loneliness that belongs to it

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The darkness is like an invisible knife

Ragingly dissecting the wounds that had precipitated

The pain of reminiscing about the past is dripping

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The thin moon is like a sickle

Reaping the hazy sorrow

It's just like my withered piece of melancholy

In the shadow of the snow of Miaoman

Extended the trail line that was hidden without a trace

Even farther than that is the path of the heart

The moon is still the same as yesterday

But men have to catch shadows in pairs

You've been with you once

I don't know where I am

The days gradually filled the empty space in the memory

Thin sheets of paper were scrutinized

The traces of the wandering time are written on the face of the vicissitudes of life

Time fades the past into an uncatchable void

It's been a dream I've dreamed of countless times

Struggling in reality, it is difficult to spread its wings and fly

Curled up like a moth in a chrysalis

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I have traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers

The years have passed

It has gone through spring, summer, autumn and winter

I have gone through the old age

Whether your innocence is still the same

When thinking about the past becomes extravagant

It is necessary to exhaust youth in haggardness

The one who talks and laughs on the surface

It's just trying to cover it up

Take a bitter heart into hiding

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Will there still be that persistent thought?

Will there still be that shattered dream?

Will there still be that patched completeness

Will there be a reunion after a long absence?

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The snow fell silently

A pile of desolation

Wandering became my only privilege