Every day and night in Ukraine, as long as he saw the heavy snow falling outside the window, he would always think of himself in those years. In those years, he held someone's hand tightly and shouted in a low voice like an oath: "I want to keep you by my side."
But there was no warmth in her cold fingertips, and her voice was cold, as if it was colder than the time outside the house wrapped in silver: "Unless I die..."