The wind stirs the branches as snow falls. We simmer our worries together by the hearth, then sweep our sleeves across paper and write the deep ink of years, composing a lifetime of harmony.
Snow drifts beyond the window. I gently close the book in my hands, cup the moonlight, and turn to you as tenderness ripples in my heart.
We choose the lights of this world and speak of how deeply we miss each other. Through all our trials, we have made our vows, and I’m grateful to have you by my side.
I may roam the world all my life, but through every storm and snowfall, you alone understand me best. Your gentle words and laughter suit your features, and together they make you utterly radiant.
These love-filled letters still bring to mind the fragrance of peach blossoms in my hair and upon my clothes. All my life, I have waited for your return, to grow old together beneath the branches amid countless beautiful scenes.
