I remember that day there was no moon in my eyes and the stars were hanging in the sky.
I remember that day on the roof of Jolisa's palace, the cold wind was blowing.
I remember that day I raised my head and looked at the top of the tree as high as the clouds, and saw the man standing indifferently, with his hands behind his back. The slightly lighter blond hair is fluttering in the night wind, like falling snow, singing my funeral song.
I even remember that day, standing next to that person, my most gentle and beautiful boy.