Geese Flying Across the Blue Clouds, the Color of Glass

She huddled on the bed, the heater was not turned on, and it was snowing outside. He asked her, what's wrong? I miss my mother. She huddled on the windowsill without a blanket. He asked her, what's wrong? I miss my mother. She met him in the rain but did not remember him. All I know is that he is a beautiful and seemingly gentle young man. He looked at her in the rain, but remembered her. ——Do you know why I have so many illnesses? ——Well ——Then, please leave me alone. How can I not care about you? If I don't care about you, who will care about you?