He came out of the snow and approached with purpose.
He fled into the wheat fields, thinking he could forget.
One thought he was taking advantage, but unknowingly fell into it.
One thought he was healing, but never really got out of it.
Across distance, time, and unspeakable sincerity.
When the snow falls into the wheat field, this encounter begins with calculation,
Finally, after a long tug and pull, I finally got the belated "I love you".
