Waiting for a Return Date

They said that I suffered from delusion, holding an empty wedding dress all day long and dancing repeatedly in the wind and snow. Passers-by looked sideways, doctors shook their heads, and no one believed the truth in my eyes. I can't remember the past, but I still remember my instinctive obsession - waiting for the return of a man wearing white gauze. She always appears vaguely in the morning light, and the hem of her skirt disappears gently like snow. She is out of reach, but she has become the only reason for me to live. The world laughs at me as crazy, but I only want a reunion that no one understands. The snow falls year after year, and I wander around the world, embracing each other in memories. It wasn't until the wind and snow cleared and the morning sun rose that I finally understood that longing is never a disease, and love is a return date that transcends life and death. This time, I won't let go of her hand.