After arriving here, it snowed for the first time this year. When I woke up, I looked at the frost on the window glass, shrank my neck, and sighed helplessly. In the white mist, I suddenly thought of him.
I thought of him laughing on the basketball court with his white arms exposed, in stark contrast to those black dogs.
Thinking of him standing in the snow wearing a black woolen coat and repeatedly saying what to do.
Thinking of the tears he finally shed and his first cigarette.
The smoke he exhaled floated in front of him, and the young face was faintly visible.