I long for the sadness of the first snow.

Xiao Mo:

Ice and snow passed through the silent night, freezing the smiling angel.

Looking forward to love, you close your eyes.

Hold the cold and warm hands slowly.

The past of frozen first snow

A long time ago, I played in the world until I met in a fairy tale.

The perfect story ends in tears.

Cold air can't freeze tears.

Cruel and beautiful memories

MC yi:

When snowflakes fall on you one by one, your memory disappears.

Close your eyes and see the beauty of your smile.

Pick flowers for you and dye your nails with flower juice.

I want to taste the food you cooked for me and draw pictures for you.

Scattered dandelions make a wish to stop time.

Don't let him succeed. He's ruthless and cruel, flower of life.

Let me not be afraid, but God didn't leave you at last.

If it's too late for me to honor my previous promise to you.

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I used to play in the world until I met in a fairy tale.

The perfect story ends in tears.

Cold air can't freeze tears.

Ice and snow evoke cruel beauty.

MC yi

Falling snowflakes stay on your cold skin.

The window of the room is lonely, and there is smoke outside the window.

Who can know the loneliness and pain?

Kiss every smiling face in the photo and touch every inch of buried soil.

I look forward to seeing you in my dream every night.

You can continue to send deep kisses after the fight.

Give your body and soul to your favorite girl.

When I opened my eyes, it was still blank.

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Hold your hand.

Poetic encounter

I miss you forever, and I am willing to be thin for you.

MC yi

The melted snow became quiet after the flight.

Your breath gradually stops in the white night.

Memory shows the cut images of the past.

You left the last sentence "I love you" and closed your eyes forever.

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Let the red roses wither in the wind.

The scattered petals of heaven also make wedding dresses for you.

MC yi

Would you like to marry me? )

Smile or cry, you are the most beautiful.

I will be with you every night from now on.

Watch the sunrise, watch the sunset, and watch our two constellations.

Bright red flowers will grow in front of your sleeping grave

Maybe sometimes I cry alone at night.

Maybe sometimes I get drunk alone.

Maybe sometimes I can't forget my sadness.

Maybe I miss your beauty day and night.

Remember to wait for the first snow with me in the afterlife.

Record every minute until the white-haired years.

Every time it snows, I look forward to the connection between reality and dreams.

Let everything stay in a fairy-tale snowy night.