It was snowing that year when you were born in the snow. The cold of winter would be your lifelong pain.
Day after day, month after month, year after year, the past is too painful to look back on. Whenever you stare blankly at the world, speechless, your heart aches terribly. Mom? Where is Mom? Where is she? Is there really a heaven?
That day, when all your happiness shattered, the sky went dark and the sun set. You bore everything alone. Was the world just too unfair? As you looked up at the sky, you longed for a magnificent ending. Yet you had no idea how heartbreaking that final curtain would be.
A tragic, beautiful story. A silent, wordless painting. Life comes and goes, things appear and disappear. How can you take anything with you when all is said and done?
