The winter in Phoenix is blue and there is no big sun. I returned to this small town in winter. Today is the first time I have visited Muzi's grave. Time has passed, but this city is still there. My closest relatives, friends and loved ones are no longer around, but the memories will always remain in my heart. I am not a writer, but I want to use words to record every bit of this small town and us that year. I remember that year I said to Muzi: There are many, many souls living in this small town, but now Muzi's soul has lived in it again. I want to record all those times, just like Muzi is still here and I haven't grown up yet. The first snow of winter has fallen to the ground again, and my story is about to begin...