In my heart, snow is a woman. First, beautiful people, in the sky. Look at that girl like holy heart. And loved and sought. Slowly mature girl has a charm, understand the subtle precipitation down. Snow quietly fall, slowly, not anxious not slow.
Meet again, touch the cold state of mind, want to warm her whole life. Pour all its love ah, gorgeous, dazzling, burning.
追问妈的坑爹