Snow Cold

I said: When I first met you, I thought you were a mysterious man. The second time I see you, I think you are a beauty. The third time I saw you, I thought you were just a pitiful person. He closed his eyes and smiled: next time you see me, I will be a dead person. I stopped answering. The snow outside the window looked clear, and the sun shone on his face, caressing his gentle contours, and lingered on the curved corners of his lips. This moment was fixed in my heart and became eternity. I fell in love with a man even though he was never mine. Conception: