Winter is not over yet, and the world is losing its temperature.
He was trapped by the shackles of the past, and she was drowned in the silent desolation. They were originally two parallel tracks of loneliness, but they suddenly intersected in an unexpected accident.
There was no enthusiastic rush, no earth-shattering oaths, just two scarred people who saw the glimmer of the same kind in each other's eyes.
Meeting in the cold is sinking, redemption, and the only warmth for the rest of my life.
From then on, there is a time to return in the winter, meet someone, and spend the rest of my life.
Intention: To meet each other in the cold silence, to embrace each other in the darkness, the encounter itself is a redemption.
