You are within reach, but you feel like you are a world away in the snow. In the bright and colorful fireworks, your breath and figure finally disappeared. I don't know if we will see spring next year. We are lovers who cannot touch each other, separated by the endless time and space, but I can clearly hear your laughter and see your alluring smile, beautiful and elegant. You, who are waiting for me in front, can't catch up with you, because there are three thousand green summers between us. You are by my side, painting a sunny day that I have never had before, and your voice and smile are getting stronger and weaker. So you stopped five steps away from me, never going far or getting closer. I saw your pupils like mist, then gradually became clear, but the mist in your eyes was a mystery. I always wanted to accompany you, so I traveled through time and space one after another. When I was about to catch up with you, I couldn't touch you, even if I could reach you. I finally understand that this is a story with no ending, and who is playing a game. I love you, you I can never touch.