Suddenly, an old friend crossed my mind. When I looked back, autumn had already fallen across the mountains and rivers. If one day we stand together beneath the same snow, then in this life, we will have grown old together. If snow could take the place of our white hair, would there be anyone left in the world with a broken heart? A stretch of working life, a road of striving, ripples across the years, and a stirring song of an era...
