Forget about the injury, forget about the pain, forget about those low chants that will be remembered for a lifetime. All I see in my eyes are the snowflakes falling from the sky, bit by bit, the cold temperature that soaks into my heart. The memory is messy and blurry in an instant. "Hey, brother, Kurt, I can no longer sing for you... So..." The hoarse voice came out from the soft lips, with a smile, but it seemed like the unexplained cry that I heard a long time ago... That child with the bright red hemorrhoids at the corner of his lips, who is it... Changkong... Or... Kurt...