Ever since she was little, she has always had a strange dream - a boy dressed in black. He gently wiped away her tears and said, "It doesn't look good if you cry."
She looked at his smile and was stunned unconsciously. His smile was more dazzling than the moonlight and softer than the first snow. It seemed as if the glory of the world was dimmed because of it.
She seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to say it specifically to him: Okay, I won't cry again...