When the snow comes
I miss you in a city you can’t see
When the rain comes
You still hear my voice while I transfer to the next bus
It’s us who missed the beauty
It’s still the suspense of winter created by time
Did we fall in love with sentimentality
Or has complexity become our daily desire
When the snow comes
I found every bit of you in your envelope
When the rain comes
You still check my WeChat status again and again
We missed holding hands
And the sycamore leaves
Let’s go away
We fell in love with pillows
And find our place in the sky
When the snow comes
The long red dress means you and I are safe and auspicious
When the rain comes
Purple and yellow silk scarves won’t make us sad again
When the snow comes
When the rain comes
Missing is the festival of melody
Golden Lake
