Three years ago, I was just a passer-by on your way home. I thought that facing a stranger like you was just a short drama in my life, but you forced the parallel lines between us to become entangled and intersecting.
But within three years, in the center of such a stage, the former puppet show began to remake outdated plays. The complicated relationships between the characters were like a spider web and made me breathless.
When I see you again, you are still as warm as before, but when you face me, there is only coldness in your eyes, and the cold light creates the illusion of frost.