This is a lily article that is biased toward documentary, and contains many fictional stories. I want to write my own. It's hard to bring this kind of emotion into the sunlight, so I was timid and used a trumpet to write this story. I have always wanted to watch a snowstorm with her, but it never snows in our city. Although I know that as the other protagonist of the story, she may never read this article in her life, but I still want to write it, otherwise I will always feel a little regretful. Everyone reads it as a novel, and I also treat it as a novel. Well, just sauce.