The sun was so warm that day, shining softly on us.
The snow that day was as white as a swan's feathers.
I held your hand, looked at the sea of clouds under my feet, and asked gently: "Do you think we will be together forever?"
"Yeah." You nodded slightly.
It was also winter when you left. The sunshine outside the window was warm and turbulent, but the snow was falling so heavily. Your tears are so hot that they burn my heart.
That day, the red plums planted in front of our house all bloomed.
Really beautiful.