The frost blade condenses the unmelted snow, and the cold blade supports the gentle falling white. The snow hovers on the tip of the blade like time standing still, and there is an unsaid story hidden between the hardness and softness. The snowflakes kiss the blade lightly, and the cold blade catches the tenderness of the sky. There is no sound when the falling snow covers the blade, and the hardness and softness are intertwined into a mystery in the silence.
