The snow fell one after another and landed on the palms of my hands.
It melts into water under the temperature of the palm of your hand and gradually evaporates, leaving no trace...
There is no trace in the falling snow. You who are as holy as snow have left traces in my heart that cannot be erased in this life...
(... This article was finished a year and a half ago - - I miraculously didn't finish posting it, and even miraculously figured out the login password...)
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