Who killed me in the vast snowy night, who gave me wings, it was meeting, getting to know each other, and hurting each other. It was to commemorate the laughter and nightmares we had in that same snowy day.
Who picked me up in the long dark night, who took me out of the blood and darkness, it was thirteen years of staying together, and it was twenty years of waiting.
It is suddenly looking back, it is finally getting married.
Holding your hand in the dark and snowy night
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
