It's snowing again, and this time the snow seems to be particularly heavy.
Do you still remember the time under the bodhi tree? Is it the Buddha who still remembers us?
I don't care, I don't care about anything, as long as I can touch you, even if my soul is gone...
Winter nights always come very early and morning come very late. Muzi has long been accustomed to waiting for the bus at the station shrouded in darkness. She likes to look up at the street lights, watching them slowly change from bright to dim until they go out, and then enjoy this moment. At this moment, the station and she only have each other...