Suddenly, an old friend passes through my heart, and as I look back, the mountains and rivers have already entered winter. If one day we could walk in the snow together, this life could be counted as growing old side by side. If growing old together could be replaced by snow, how could there be sorrowful people in this world? If you were by my side now, there would be no need to walk in the snow to grow old together.
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The mood of the poem is still very beautiful.
Suddenly, an old friend passes through my heart, and as I look back, the mountains and rivers have already entered winter.
If one day we could walk in the snow together, this life could be counted as growing old side by side.
If growing old together could be replaced by snow, how could there be sorrowful people in this world?
If you were by my side now, there would be no need to walk in the snow to grow old together.