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Snowy Nights and Painful Memories |
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Once again, it's a snowy day and the snowflakes are falling incessantly,
covering everything in a white blanket. Amidst this wintry landscape, a delicate
figure appears, standing between the snowflakes and the night sky. Looking up at
this beautiful snow-filled night sky, the viewer can't help but be mesmerized by
the sight. The broken snowflakes are flying all around, floating for a long time
under the lonely sky.
The wind hasn't stopped, and neither has the snow. The figure remains frozen in
time, standing between the snow and the night sky.
Time, which should be moving forward, has taken the viewer back three years in
time. Once again, in the same white snow and quiet night, a delicate young girl
cries bitterly in the snowstorm. How could a girl as innocent as she have such
pain in her heart? At this moment, when she should be enjoying this beautiful
snow scene, her heart is flying away, carried by the wind. Her heart is deeply
wounded, and it will never heal. Her tears, like a river, will leave permanent
marks on her heart and never stop flowing.
Countless nights, she ran alone under the night sky, watching the snowflakes
drift down. Though she was still smiling, her tears quietly flowed down her
cheeks, as she let the cold snowflakes kiss her tears and cheeks.
When will we meet again? This night, this moment, is so embarrassing. The
snowflakes fall silently, and in the almost flowing silence, his figure rises in
her heart. The clear tears start to wash away the wounds in her heart. The cold
wind slips down her cheeks and flows through her entire body.
Longing is a silent dialogue that disappears after being ignored.
She tells herself that longing is sometimes painful, but most of the time it is
happiness. Even though she insists that she is happy, her heart still hurts when
her tears silently fall and hit her. The snowflakes fly and her heart soars.
Everything is so sad and beautiful, leaving her feeling cold and helpless. The
wind continues to blow, and the snow continues to fall. She walks alone in her
solitude, gazing deeply at this beautiful snowy night scene.
The snowflakes are falling incessantly, covering everything in a white blanket.
The memories of love are flying all around, like the snowflakes. |
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