I heard that, in places where it can snow, this is already the third snowfall of the winter.
Snow, what a beautiful name, just like its own white color and graceful drift. Snow is also gentle.
When things are not going well, the snow will always come gracefully, bringing hugs and encouraging words. Hehe, didn't expect that cold snow could have such warmth, did you?
Unconsciously melting, experiencing that sweet smile in her bright, sparkling eyes.
"Like you, those eyes are charming, and your laughter is even more fascinating..."
Do you still remember the first song I sang for you?
You have a pair of beautiful, enchanting eyes, hehe.
Oh, that must be because you've seen too much snow.
You smile, just looking at me, as if appreciating, as if indulging.
I love to watch the snowflakes dance in the sky, the liberation and lightness of falling from a great height.
As the snow falls, the world becomes the ice city of fantasy. I like to trample on the thick snow, see the footprints left behind, and see if they can embellish this snowy land into a beautiful pattern, or even the name of snow. However, the snow falls like this, submerging my passion.
When it snows, the sky is always gray, unable to see the homeland of snow, nor the traces under my feet.