The sound of rustling outside the window

Maybe the world has been put -

It's so noisy that it looks white

On nights like this

You don't feel the cold or warmth of the season

Just let the past be like a dream

Piece by piece, he wandered around—

On the edge of the season

That wordless confession

Solidify a puddle of autumn water

On such a snowy night

Presumably -

It's still that clear and bright

Reflecting that fervent expectation

"Wandering Love and Love" We 72, the sound of drifting snow is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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