It was another gloomy night. In this small room, I was huddled in the corner alone, looking at your peaceful but pale face as you slept soundly. The surroundings were still completely white, and the quiet atmosphere in the hospital made me depressed. Tonight there are countless cold raindrops falling outside the window, just like the day you started to fall asleep three years ago. The roaring cold wind is wrapped with raindrops and pattering on the glass, as if it is going to break my heart into pieces. At this time, I am so eager to be warmed by your hug. However, you, a sleepy guy, have been sleeping for three whole years. How many days and nights have I been waiting for you to wake up, hoping for a miracle to happen, but you are still sleeping. Do you really have the heart to leave me behind and use your sleep to commemorate our year-end love?
Conception: