Five years later.

Five years can change many things, including the heart that can love people!

Once again, I set foot in Japan, on the hot springs of Izu, a land that I have introduced to many people, but the mood is not so simple. Outside the car window is the mountain luan and the snow covered on the mountain luan, stretching out to the horizon along the horizon, ah, this year's mood is the same as in previous years!

In this way, I was still invited to Yaeyo Sakura's house to celebrate the Japanese New Year with her, this is the fourth time I have come to celebrate the New Year, Yaeyo is no longer surnamed Yaeyo, and after getting married, he was given the surname Goto, but my friendship with me has not changed, and every year she will ask me to come to her hot springs for a week and tell me about the events of the year, which has not stopped for four years.

There doesn't seem to be any change here, except for her daughter, Sakura, who grows up year by year. Five years ago, at the same time as I left Shanghai, Yaeyo married Goto in the United States and began to live a life of husband and children, and Goto also said goodbye to the entertainment industry and his days as a "mysterious man". Goto loves wine very much, but the amount of alcohol is very poor, and today after holding the sake I brought from China and made by my father, he smiled happily all night, and finally collapsed under the table with the bottle in his arms.

Goto's wine is very good, and he has never been in the habit of drinking too much to make trouble, just sleeping quietly, watching Yae make the bed and quilt for him, and his eyes are full of smiles, the so-called happiness is what I feel now!

"If that guy can stay with me, I'll be content." Yaeyo looked at Goto and said to me with a smile, "With him, with Sakura, that's enough." ”

Actually, having someone by your side who loves you and cares about you is enough.

Say goodbye to Yaeyo and return to your room along the snow-covered cloisters on both sides. The hot springs of Yaeyo will always have a room reserved for me, and the warmest thing for me is the hot spring in the courtyard. Even if you don't bubble, you can feel it just by looking at it. I often like to sit by the door like this, looking up at the stars, the sky is so blue, the stars seem to be overhead, full of jewels, shining on the earth. But today is cloudy, and I can't see a single star, but I still enjoy being able to sit like this, I can think, I can remember, as if the sky is full of stars, right in front of me.

Slightly drunk with wine, he boiled a pot of tea, spread his hair, leaned against the pillars of the cloister, and listened to MP3s to pass the time. The music in my ears sounded softly, as if to comfort my soul.

Actually, I only have three songs in my MP3, all of which are "Snow Blossom", and that was a long, long time ago, when a student came to my shop and listened to this song on his laptop, and I liked it at that time. Mika Nakajima used her unique voice to express the sadness, sadness, and despair vividly, and at that time, I myself was unconsciously brought into a deep sadness by this song, remembering many old things, and my heart ached.

Later, I went online to go down, but I didn't want to play the wrong version, and it became the Korean version of Park Hyo-shin, because Korean is similar to Japanese, when I didn't hear the lyrics at first, I was attracted by his voice, and there was a little bit of Cangsang in the deep feeling, which made this originally very sad song even more sad, maybe the grief shown by men is more real than that of women, and it is more heartwarming. Especially when listening to this song, the memory of that person is conjured up in my mind, and people can't calm down for a long time.

Later, the streets became popular with Snow Zhihua, and once when I was shopping for shoes with a friend at Belle, this song was playing in their store, it was in Chinese, and I sat there, almost unable to move by the song. I've never been interested in covers, but when I got home, I immediately searched the internet. After listening carefully, I found that among these three songs, the Chinese lyrics are actually the best, perhaps cultural differences, the Chinese version in the text of the lyrics, it brings people a taste close to despair, not to mention how Han Xue sings, even if there are only these lyrics, it can move many people.

The lyrics seem to have been written just for me.

"A melancholy day

There was a lot of snow

This is a hot spring in Izu

It was my lonely thoughts

A floating leaf

It's like the end of you and me

This is a hot spring in Izu

A time full of warmth

Your hand was once on my shoulder

Whispering love me forever

Snowflakes are like blooming flowers

Heaven and earth are sprinkled wantonly

Indulge in a moment

Why is it that only the wind blows my hair now?

Tear open the scars of my memories

Let the past slowly evaporate like mist

Let me know what it means to not let go

Why do I keep crying?

Glide over the cheek you've kissed

All right and wrong collapsed in an instant

It turns out that you took away the warm spring and summer of my life

Even the old fruit hangs only in dreams

It turned out that what I was looking for was my own difficult concern

This hot spring in Izu is a punishment from heaven

Would we still love each other if we knew the ending?

I can't guess your answer

Is the oath in the snow sincere?

Why is there nothing left at this moment?

Now all that's left is the wind to ruffle my hair

Snow buries the scars of memory

The past is like a mist slowly evaporating

The pain is so numb that maybe you can let it go

Just let my tears keep washing away

Wash over the cheeks you once kissed

Stretch out your hand to ice and snow like dewdrops

The falling flowers of that moment seem to be there

Remember your and my love fairy tale. ”

I always thought I would forget, but every time I heard this song, I realized that I really couldn't put it down. I can't tell how many nights I've been lonely with this song, and the people I have missed seem to be blurred now. Life may be like this, in a constant cycle of encounters, separations, encounters, separations, and never stops, just as there is never a beginning.

The sliding door was opened and closed, footsteps came from far and near, a warm chest approached me, gently hugged me in his arms, and took off one of my headphones and put it in his ear. Although my eyes were closed, I could smell the aroma of lavender, and I could feel the moisture on the other person's head, sticking to my face, which was hot at first, then cool, moist.

Just as he heard the emotion, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and before he could slip across his face, he was caught by a warm finger, and then he heard the sound of a finger flicking, and the teardrop fell into the air and was never found again.

"It's cold, let's go inside!" There is a touch of being kissed on my face, and the warmth in my voice makes people feel safe, which makes me reluctant to open my eyes, afraid that all this is just a dream of self-fantasy.

"Look, it's snowing again." With his voice, I opened my eyes in surprise, in the yard, little by little colorful snowflakes, were slowly falling from the sky, and there was still an aftersound in my ears, as if the mood was also like this snowy day, the memory was sealed little by little, about that place, that he ......

I stretched out my right hand, which had been restored, and took a snowflake in my hand, watching it slowly melt in my hand before finally disappearing.

Just like the past that I have gone.

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