四季更迭,弹指间,冬末夏至。在这样的季节里,有位名叫Tori的女孩,她的红发如海藻般柔软,氤氲在空气中;她手指下的钢琴散落着纷纷扬扬的温柔,旋即又化作急转的雪片,卷积着无语的悲伤,飞舞着将我们包围;她用一首“Winter”把所有受伤的迷路的孩子拉回冬天,在那里,有爸爸厚厚的手套,有白色的马,有睡美人,有水晶宫殿里永不说谎的镜子,还有, Four seasons change, fingertips, late winter and summer solstice. In this season, there was a girl named Tori. Her red hair was as soft as algae and lingered in the air. The piano beneath her fingers was littered with gentleness, and immediately turned into a sharp snowflake. Silent sadness, flying around us; she used a “Winter” to pull all the injured lost children back to winter, where there are dad’s thick gloves, white horses, sleeping beauty, There are mirrors that never lie in the crystal palace, and,