The Snowman

His life was short, he could only embrace one winter, and it was she who gave him life, and he fell in love with her when spring came.

Snowman, is it really all over? Why is it that in the light of my tears, the year is gazing in fascination?

Could it be that I have not told you that I am just ...... I am also a snowman who is cold on the outside and warm on the inside? Could it be that you can't hear, my heart's deep call to you?

You, so attentive to me with snow, gave me life, but then desperately abandoned me. In my eyes, almost only a moment of your smile remained.

In your heart, am I really just an insignificant snowman? Am I really just a cold snowman? You gave me life, gave me passion, gave me warmth. Even that scattered in the pale snowfield among the frozen heart, also give you melt.

Know the love, know the love.

So hot, yet so short, a winter.

In my life rush to make you tremble heart season, you have to insist on avoid looking at each other for a moment, turned away, leaving only your shadow.

Let me, lonely pity to stay in this endless snowfield, snow melting everything white, looking at the ground scattered footprints, silently will you memorial, let the heart, with the coming night, little by little dark, become cold ......

I, do not blame you.

I am just a snowman who cannot give each other warm love curtains and hugs.

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Because, I'm just a snowman who sees the sunlight and weeps.

The dusk sunset, a person's shadow trailing so long, so long, the cold rain of the night, hit my skin so painful, so painful ......

I, a snowman whose heart has unlocked the cold of ice.

If, elimination and shape can froth away your smile and face.

I would like to return to dust-free forever along with tomorrow's sun.

When tears are shed, the tears turn into ice.

When the tears are gone, the ice turns into tears.

I, in the silence of the cold night in the top of the thoughts and cold obsessively guard until dawn.

When the wind and rain stop, the sun will come out.

Only the heart, full of expectation.

Love you ------------ snowman.

Acacia Preface

Knowing full well that lovesickness is bitter.

But to think of each other bitterly.

only to see the rain of sorrow pass.

It's better to think of each other!