I am used to looking at the world through a layer of glass, deliberately staying away from the hustle and bustle, and examining my obsessions from a distance.
Reykjavik is the habitat of exclusive memories deep in my heart.
We walk through a long life alone, but we always carry someone's traces forward.
There is no need to rush to the old place, the snow in my heart has never melted.
Collect all the tiny memories without disturbing or entangled, and keep them quietly.
Slowly step into ordinary life, reconcile with the past, and the frozen past will no longer hurt anyone.
The wind and snow don't stop, and the long road remains the same.
At least we once shared the same sky and falling snow.
Intention: We walk our own path alone with someone's shadow.