If youth is a flowering tree, then the loneliness, ignorance and sadness we experience are like the infinitely magnified veins of leaves, clearly reflected in the annual rings of time.
Everything in the world begins with encounter. You said that when cold meets warmth, there is rain; when spring meets winter, there is time. And I said, I met you, and I have been full of hope since then.
With everything in the world, choices are everywhere. Facing the sea, we always look forward to a warm spring flower blooming, but we don't know that although the years bring hope, after all, we cannot withstand the cruelty buried in the dark under the reality.
In the end, with snowflakes flying all over the sky, I will sit on the bank of the Rhine and wait quietly.
That person, is it you?