Folding flowers and obsessing over a bouquet of autumn rain, the sound of falling rain arises in a dream, stepping on the snow to reflect on feelings, a branch of plum blossom standing in the cold shadow is practiced.
He floats like duckweeds and rises and falls like catkins.
Memories came to him with the howling cold wind, and fate played a trick on him, who was just a child.
Even if he blindfolded him and froze his entire mind, he could not forget her face.
No matter how miserable the day is, having her is extremely warm.