The sea of ​​people is drifting, the road of love is ups and downs, the origin and the extinction, like flowing water passing away, let the tears flow forever, the soul and dreams linger, and there is no way to retrieve it. The rose that once bloomed in my heart has become a stranger today. Put you down. Shuttle through the years, the wind is biting and cold, and snowflakes surround me. I have experienced countless heartbreaks of love, and my heart seems to be frozen, but I still use my heart and blood to enshrine Aoxue roses. Words, love is silent, the red rose in the snow, blooming different splendor. It has been experienced, warm, and fragrant, just like the red rose in the snow, even if it blinks in the snow, it will wither, but it is proud of the snow after all. After blooming, the spirit, beauty and strength of character remain in the heart forever.