C107 Red wine birthday(part i)

It was winter by the time the snow began to flutter.

Silver dress wrapped in the beauty of the mountain city;

Forty-seven years on the Clayr Road,

A glass of red wine.

On the ninth of November, he came to Zi Peng's side. It was his 47th birthday. In these 47 years of his life, he had an infinite amount of regret: Life is like a dream. For forty-seven years, in the blink of an eye