Winter, the beginning and end of the prosperity of all things
The sky and the earth turned white, and the flying feathers were lightly covered with withered but immature. The cold sky streaked across the sky, sprinkling red dots, spreading among the white, dotting the silent silence. The falling golden crow, the long shadow, still seemed lonely in the white light. The "snowman" lost its facial features at some point, leaving only thick snowdrifts, and the empty ice field echoed with the faint sound of babies crying from time to time...
