The sweet-scented osmanthus wind blows through the August window, and the visitors arrive carrying the cold air of the snow-capped mountains.
Accompanying each other day and night, feelings secretly arise, but you can't see through the emotions hidden in the other person's eyes.
All the people were gone, leaving only the remains of a room. I followed the path I came from to the snow-capped mountains.
When the wind and snow turn over, the time sequence is reversed and it returns to the sultry midsummer.
Looking at the young man's eyes full of enthusiasm, I understand all the reasons in the past.
With so many accommodations, it is difficult to fill the void in my heart, so I can only walk alone into the depths of the wind and snow.
Intention: Trapped in the cycle of midsummer and snow-capped mountains, see clearly the regret and incomprehension of self-love.