Broken bridges and scattered snow scattered people everywhere.

A deep love, half-life loneliness. An encounter, a heartache. Broken bridges are fruitless, snowflakes wither, and traces are silent. The night is empty, the figure is lonely, with a sigh, complaining about the cold in the sky. I have to, but I have to. Please forgive my rudeness, because it is impossible between us.

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Snow falls without a trace, and flowers fall silently. A person's scenery, an undeserved affection, blurred eyes, naive. Walking through Qian Shan and seeing all kinds of things in the world, I realized that the impossible is impossible after all. Even if you pretend not to know, the fact is still the fact, and you are deceiving yourself. After all, you can't fool the blade of time and draw cruel marks on your feelings. In the end, you will understand that some stories have no ending. It's the last thing that should happen if we get together and part.

The beginning of the story, in fact, has long met the ending. We don't want to believe that the final outcome will be good and bad, but it's naive. Since then, Xiao Lang has been a passer-by. The most ridiculous thing is that my unbearable, your attachment, cast the final separation is forever. There is no regret medicine, but I still want to say if.

If the original meeting can suppress the eagerness in my heart, will there be no passers-by who will die of old age? It's a pity that if it's all because of our innocence, we have a knot in each other's hearts-the knot that we can't untie, the two that we can't give up, and the two that never talk again.

Now I will always think of it; Think of those days when we often quarreled with you and talked late, encouraging and comforting each other. I always thought that we would always be like that, but I didn't expect the final result to backfire. Goodbye is far away. I once fantasized about our time together; Fantasized about many beautiful stories that happened together; I also fantasize about a simple and ordinary life-work at sunrise and rest at sunset. The family lived happily ever after. But fantasy is fantasy after all. I was beaten to pieces by reality, and it is meaningless to deceive myself and others.

Sigh softly, helpless choice. It's all because I was indecisive, otherwise it wouldn't have happened. Thinking too much is also a constraint. If I can, I should refuse you decisively. There is an insurmountable gap between us, and the ending in fairy tales will not happen in reality. Naive, we still foolishly think that every story will have a happy ending, but there are always too many tragedies in the world. We just don't want to admit it.

I can't bear to refuse, but you are gradually attached. I refused because I was afraid of hurting you, so I thought I would make a mistake and that one day you would understand. However, in the later days, I thought about it. What day will the so-called day be? Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow ... one day is too far, so it's better to explain. Then I explained that the original visa refusal was not as bad as the current visa refusal. The original unbearable only created the cruelty now. I am too naive to think things too simply.

An irreversible ending, an irreversible past. Here, what I want to say most is: If you love, please love deeply; If you don't love, please be decisive; If it is impossible, please stop immediately. Ambiguity hurts people. Don't think that one day, no one can tell when that day is.

Snowflakes have fallen all over the broken bridge, covered in snow and ice. I really want to be with you.

Look at the snow scene this winter, as a friend, but I know it's just my extravagant hope. Now people are scattered all over the world, and there is no goodbye. In the sea of people, we finally made mistakes with each other.

Meet a fate, know each other deeply.

Broken bridges, broken snow, scattered people everywhere.

I'm sorry