Completed, short story.
"Joe, do you believe me when I say that I have wanted to spend every moment with you forever?"
"I believe it."
Qiao said: "Life is too short. In comparison, death is my hometown. But this kind of hometown has no cattle, sheep, fields, blue sky, strong wind, or even a living snow. It is too quiet, I don't want it."
I said, "I don't want it either."
Lucas, I will fall in love with the living you in every moment. I will perceive eternity in the moment that is separated from the flow, piece together the shadow of my hometown bit by bit, and then look up and fall in love with it as it is.
A very short story, I hope you all like it.
Intention: I am a person who is flying in the dark and heavy snow.