There Is No Worry on the Road

In the endless white snow, only the red plum blossoms were in full bloom. He was dressed in white like snow, and she was dressed in red like blood. It seems that there are only these two colors in the world, red and white, monotonous but extremely harmonious. It seems that only these two colors should exist in the world. She looked up at the lonely red plum blossoms blooming in the vast white snow. Her face was ordinary, but her eyes were surprisingly bright. He only has her in his eyes, and no other scene can enter his eyes. He was dressed in white like snow, and she was dressed in red like blood. Under this white snow again, there are red plum blossoms in full bloom. This time, she pointed her sword at him. Her eyes were no longer as bright as they were back then, only endless sadness remained. He still looked at her as before. She lightly opened her red lips and said in a hoarse but extremely firm voice, I will never forgive you, in this life and eternity.