A sad sentence about the death of a good sister

The sad sentence of the death of a good sister-the north wind is ruthless and the sky is jealous; Where are the laughter and laughter of the past? Who is holding hands in the air?

This season, the cold wind blows out the fallen flowers, which makes people shudder. God was jealous of beautiful women and took my good sister away by mistake. I can't find the situation of laughing and laughing together before. I put my hand in midair, and I can't wait for you to hold hands for a long time.