Snow turns white, hair turns white, beautiful poem.

1, born back, died of Sauvignon Blanc.

2, the four kings are old, and the years are late. There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.

3. Enter my lovesick door and know my lovesick. Sauvignon Blanc is like a memory, and short lovesick is infinite.

4, two lovesickness with snow, this life is also a * * * white head.