Snowflakes fall one by one, with a hint of dreamy purple and loneliness. Rain, drop by drop, cold, heart, pain gradually. Standing under the rain and snow, my body is cold and my heart is colder. . . . . .

In this world, standing under the snow feebly, only to find that you are not qualified to decide the color of snow; Rain, like ice, brings me coolness, but it is less than one tenth of my heart. . . . . . .

Zi Xue, never seen before. All I know is that it has gone away and will never come back; Cold rain, no feelings, but understand, heart, no longer, tears, has dried up. I am just an empty shell. .