It's winter again, I remember it was still summer when we first met.
Time passes too quickly and people forget too quickly. In the end, whoever is by your side can help you forget everything.
The cold wind blows the woman's long hair wildly, and the cemetery is always surrounded by green trees, but the cemetery always makes people feel desolate. The woman touched her belly, it was obvious, and looked at the portrait on the tombstone: "My child, this is your father." The woman watched quietly, the scenes of the past would still flow slowly, but time slowly wore away the pain at that time, waiting for the warmth to bloom. A man walked up behind the woman with a windbreaker and covered her gently: "Go back. It's cold outside." The woman turned around and smiled gently at the man behind her: "Let's go." The man helped the woman and walked slowly...