"If I could, I would rather... Never know you."
His thin figure did not move, but I could clearly see that he was tinged with despair.
There was a bitterness in my throat. I still had many, many things to say, but in the end I could only say, "... I'm sorry."
I know that I failed him after all.
He didn't speak again and stood in the heavy snow, as quiet as a tree full of pear blossoms.
My vision was blurry, and he almost merged into the world.
It's white, and the temples are like frost.