It was snowing in the sky that year, and you were born in the snow. The cold in winter was your lifelong pain.
Day by day, month by month, year by year, the past is unbearable to look back on. Whenever you look at the world speechlessly, your heart will feel painful. Mother? Where is my mother? Is there really a paradise?
That day, when all the happiness was shattered, the sky turned dark, the sunset left, and you bore it all alone. Is the world too unfair? You look to the sky, looking forward to a gorgeous ending. You don't know how sad this ending is.
Poignant stories, silent pictures, life, come and go. How can we take away all the rest?