If the you I fall in love with is just a handful of snow, if my approach will bring harm to you, if the ice and snow melt, I still can't find a way to save you.
Maybe the gods were warning me and ordering me to leave.
But before that, think of me as a grass on the roadside, a fallen leaf above your head, or a tennis ball being beaten around. I want to be by your side as much as possible in this way.