窗外,雪纷纷扬扬地下着。洁白的雪花在寒风中洋洋洒洒地飘下,就似万丈素缟满挂这寂寞而凄冷的天地间;又如千朵泪花散出天宫化作的蝶翼。风起雪舞处,我冥想:风为谁而哀?雪因何而泣呢?噢,我想起了你,一个失败了却千年不朽的刺客、身亡了而万古永生的英雄——缟为尔挂,泪因汝流,哀 Outside the window, the snow is rising. The white snow fluttered down in the cold winds, like the lofty and chilling world between thousands of feet, and thousands of tears scattered out of the heavenly palace. When the wind snow dances, I meditate: Where does the wind mourn? The snow cries because of what? Hey, I think of you, a failed but thousand-year-old assassin, a hero who died and will never die. Hanging, tears flowing, mourning