Sometimes life is like snow, only winter appears, and he can only live in the cold wind, so this midwinter is his life.
Snow can only live in winter, and will be annihilated if it is close to fire. This is also its life. I eagerly yearn for summer, but I can only go far away.
The snow turned into water in the palm of his hand, he knew, because this was not his world.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
