The wind blows the scattered snow; the leaves carry the rain of hatred. The sharing of talent at that moment will turn into the most ruthless ridicule in an instant. The sound of birdsong echoed, and the love of the three lifetimes was turned into endless ashes in a flick of the finger. There was no follow-up, only the roar of crashes, tears like falling particles, and the sound of the continuous blending of blood and snow echoed in the valley, the most sincere memories.