That night, there was an unexpected blizzard in T City.
As he walked down the street, white goose feathers fell on his shoulders.
He suddenly smiled, remembering the snowy night that was deepest in his memory.
So it ended, a worldly abuse to them.
He sat on a wooden chair at the corner of the street and watched how the vehicles with their high beams flashed past fearlessly at night.
In a strange city, you will always find the shadow of your hometown, and there will always be a person whose back looks like the one in your heart.
It's a pity that this city is too familiar, and that person's fragrance is everywhere.
Snow gradually accumulated, painting T City white.
It was also a snowy night, and many stories happened on snowy nights.
Maybe it's because I like to reminisce about an unforgettable story in my life.
He smiled and shook his head, sweeping the snow off the wooden chair.
Why do you make me fall in love with winter, but then you let go of my hand in winter.
The wound is still bleeding, but I am obsessed with letting it fester endlessly.
Because only in this way can I touch your face when I dream back at midnight.