Love is always sad because fate is a little blue at the beginning. After the snow falls, the world becomes pure white, as clean as the clouds on the horizon. Although the world soon became filthy after the snow cleared, at that moment when the snow fell, the air was clean and moist, and the world was as slow and beautiful as falling snow, blooming in an instant. Just like love, light, infinitely pure, beautiful, descending, and melting away.