When the snow melts, she won't wait.
I am a painter and met her on a snowy night in Hokkaido.
Her name is Miyuko, and she has a pair of dark brown eyes, like deep wells that absorb all light.
I drew countless sketches of her, but I could never draw her eyes.
She said she was waiting for someone.
As for whether she would get it or not, she wasn't sure.
Later I realized——
It wasn't me she was waiting for.
And what I drew was never her.
The novel has both a sense of atmosphere and emotional conflict, and the overall rhythm changes from stillness to movement and then back to silence. It is suitable for reading by readers who are literary and artistic and emotional.
Intention: When a person places all the meaning of his existence on waiting and others, once the support disappears, the soul will be exposed and weightless like a hillside after the snow line recedes, and eventually collapse silently.