Looking from the back of a piece of paper
Nothing
Now I am from your back.
Just see your back
Your expression slides to the other side
Facing the city
I hope from a cup of water.
The deformation is struggling
At this time, if you come in from the front door
Just see my back
From the first floor appeared on the fifth floor
It is necessary to pass some tortuous stairs
I put it two hands
Opposite
You use the same two knocking
Sitting here with expressions
Talking about each other's knowledge
From the 5th floor appeared on the first floor
Still want to take those tortuous stairs
And the road in our hearts
Remain long
Not snowing throughout the winter
No snowflakes
Falling or resurgent
You have a season of seasonal
Corner sitting on the window
We are between us
There are often some speech.
The traverse of those past events
Talkually with whistling
After you go
I also fish in Jiang Xue
You are not falling in winter
I am a lonely cold hook
