Snow drifted from the sky, gently falling on his hands, and then blending into his quiet heart. He looked up at the gray sky and stretched his hands toward the sky, trying to reach the end of the pure white.
Suddenly, black particles began to fall from the end, falling quietly to his fingertips that had not yet been withdrawn. They disappeared with a hint of coolness. It was snow, black snow.
Tianxin thought it was because of the gloomy weather that she was hallucinating. She closed her eyes gently and then slowly opened them. The black snow did not disappear in the blink of an eye, but still fell melodiously. Like a poet of the night, hazy but truly outrageous, pointing straight to the end of his loneliness.