Why do you say this sentence expresses feelings that have not been realized? First, make a simple analysis and understanding of it: men and women in the world have only unfinished feelings and endless relationships.
? The old man can't change the snow: it means that few people support each other and grow old together. The result of love is that I don't know if I can grow old together. It would be nice if the pure snow turned into a bald head, but the snow will melt, and people still have to stick to their original promises. Like snowflakes, how can a bald head be entrusted for life?
? In fact, the central expression of this sentence comes from Zhuo Wenjun's Poem of Whitehead, in which "We are willing to be United as one, and the Whitehead will not part" is the emotional sustenance of this sentence.
? With longing, there is the second sentence: meeting is a sign: the meeting of two people is a rare fate among thousands of beings. Among the signs required by God, there is a sincere prayer for each other. I regard this constellation as my body, and I can't live without you when I meet you.
? ? Fate is a kind of wealth, which is entrusted. Only cherish, you and I are not a blessing from the sky.
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How beautiful it is to sign the fate, which is unforgettable, but after all, the wind blows away the snow, and the old friends leave: Yes, people will be separated after all, not to mention the encounter they have sought, but why should I be willing to part? The wind came, blowing away the white-headed snowflakes mercilessly, just like the things in this world, the reason of this world, urging separation without warning. Once Keren left, she lost her story and became an old friend, and my heart was entrusted to meet each other.
? Life without you is hopeless. I'd rather not have a visa, but I can't bear to put it down. When I have a stranger, I should only remember the past years: what is a stranger? Not unfamiliar, but too familiar. I'm afraid of losing the road we walked together, and I'm even more afraid of remembering it. Was it a wonderful time in my life and a day full of love? This just past has become the ending of strangers? I don't want it, I don't want it at all, but I have to accept it.
? Finally, did we fulfill each other? If not, it's like "bald head is not a substitute for snow, but it's already a sign when you meet it." The wind blew away the snow and left an old friend. A stranger should only remember the past years. Feelings are unfinished, and fate is hard to finish. I am willing to wait for a person to get old.