"Are you alone in Lone Moon City? I don't know what it is about this city that attracts girls."
"Because of the people in this city."
He turned around and walked slowly.
I was left with a lonely figure, just like the first time we met in the snowy night, a gust of wind blew through his white robe, and his long hair was flowing in the air. He was barefoot, stepping on the cold ground, and the bells on his ankles jingled.
"Girl! Have we ever met?"
"Why are you wearing a mask?"
"I was born ugly because I was afraid of scaring you."
"Take it off and let me see it."
"I'm sorry to have to obey."
We sat on the snow, overlooking the candles burning in thousands of homes at the foot of the mountain, and the heavy snow stopped quietly.
I raised my hand and traced his outline. I once wished so much to be in his arms, but now my heart can no longer warm up.
Conception: