Many years have passed, and I have grown gray-haired, watching my sons and daughters walking their own lives and turning into old women little by little, but the snow still appears in front of me like it was yesterday.
"There was once a person who was very kind to me. When he was around, I felt everything was white and made me feel at ease."
"Where is he now?"
"He is in a beautiful place now. There is no sorrow or trouble there, and he is always happy. There are snowflakes all over the sky there, and he is really happy there."
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I don't know how many years have passed, but I have gray hair, and the children sitting under my knees are listening to me telling stories.
That year, it was still winter. The sky was filled with flying snow, but he was still in front of my eyes, just standing there smiling at me and waving to me.