I Give You Happiness (Shamu)

I watched with interest as the white scarf fluttering in the wind intertwined with the white snow. Wherever I could see, the snow was uneven and there was something steaming printed on it. Her golden hair swayed in the white snow. The falling snow nestled intimately on it. The white gloves moved beside him frame by frame. . The steaming words slowly appeared after he moved his body. The purple-haired man gently touched the snow on the window sill that had not been scratched by himself. . Move your fingers slowly, the temperature will melt the light snow, and the gray and black color will show the feeling of "Snow is beautiful, for you." Also beautiful. I love. . . ' The smile on his face that was as thick as snow pulled away from his lips, "Who are you writing this to..."