This is a world of silver-white snow. He pulled her and sat at the foot of the mountain. Snowflakes fell on their heads, clothes and shoes.
He said, Wherever you are, it is heaven. I will try my best to run to the place where you are, even if I am bruised and bruised.
She was 9 years old that year.
The snow is still as beautiful and proud as before, covering the earth. His eyes have lost focus.
He said, I no longer have heaven, because I am about to be swallowed by darkness.
She was 16 years old that year.
Your smile is like snow
Arrogant and indifferent
But the distance was lost.