The pure white winter snow fell down, and it was like falling cherry blossoms in spring. I no longer knew whether it was snow or tears.
I only remember that I often kept repeating the flying snow in my memory in the depths of my midnight dreams.
Brother, the old brother, would hug me in the heavy snow, and his embrace would be like the heat of winter.
However, this has passed and I can only miss him while accepting Naruto's hug.
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