This is a revenge story disguised as a fairy tale, but underneath, what I want to write is a gentle and tragic world.
The protagonist embarks on a road that millions of people are bent by fate. He himself was not too miserable - what really suffered were those who blocked the wind and snow for him and lit up the long night for him, disappearing quietly on the road one after another.
They used their lives to pave the way for him to move forward, but he didn't even have a chance to look back.
Dedicated to everyone who is still gritting his teeth and moving forward.
Also dedicated to those who have silently blocked the wind for you before you had a chance to say thank you.
They are still there.
You have to remember.
