I think this letter will pass through the decaying winter and finally reach you.
Walking on this snow-covered road, leaving footprints one after another, settling the years and frivolity.
You see, spring is coming, it will drive away this naughty winter and embrace us with its hot embrace.
Don't panic, when the snow disintegrates, I will come to you, hold your hand, and tell you
I love you from birth to death.