Beginning of winter. Snow. Heavy snow. Then comes the winter solstice. Time passes, and no one remembers whether there are any traces of birds flying over. It's all in vain, just an illusion.
What is seen is not seen. The first snow fell freely in the air, fell into the palm of my hand, and disappeared instantly. What is said cannot be said. It was originally a performance for two people, but one person left, so what happens to the remaining one?
I love you.
It was the words he never said.
However, that doesn't matter anymore.
Conception: