Everyone comes into this world just like a beautiful and small hibiscus flower, another beautiful little world that dances with the snowflakes in the cold winter. And in this small world where I exist, have you met me? Still, I met you again. In all these chaotic times, the one thing that never changes is change. An agreement or a trip will always change due to weather, mood, and too many changing factors. Even, I held you with my left hand. Actually, I know. I know that you won't hold back, and I know the sadness of the familiar figure turning around, but I stand in the cold north wind carrying snowflakes flying by, waiting for you to hold on. As you said, I won't leave.