He is a ghost in the snowy night and a shackle in my memory.
He would caress the side of my face when I was sleeping, and protect me in his arms when I collapsed, but he would also use the gentlest tone to remind me of the past that was deliberately buried.
I thought I was escaping, but found that I had already been trapped in the net he had laid.
It turns out that the so-called "acceptance" is never a one-way journey, but a fate where we are entangled with each other until death.
Intention: Live hard and love yourself
