Oh, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a single dog, a single dog with human changes, I don't love to fly, I don't like to wag my tail, I just look at the single girl and drool.

Walking in the sun, the warm sunlight can't shine on my lonely heart, how can I meet that confidant single girl? Maybe it's like that song, not at this time, I don't know when, maybe it will be around winter......

Winter cold.

It's not that you're cold and you're not wearing thick clothes, oh, it's cold that you're unaccompanied.

It's not the hands that are cold, oh, the cold ones are the hands that don't have that soft warmth.

It's not the face that's cold, oh, it's the cold that doesn't have that warm breath next to the face.

It's not the heart that's cold, oh, it's the gentle sigh after the heart's sigh.

Cold, not my style, I am not a cold cat, I am an enthusiastic Wang Xingren, although the winter is indeed cold, the cats will only lazily lie on the master's bed, and I, Wang Xingren, have to chase the winter sun in winter.

Where are you, O spring? They say that maybe the spring of a single dog is in the spring, but when is it spring again......

In the end, there is only the sigh of a single dog...... (To be continued.) )