It also snowed in the winter in the south this year, and the snowflakes were as thin as dandruff. Today is my nephew's birthday. The six-year-old nephew was blooming in the snow. My cousin and I ran behind him wrapped in super long down jackets until we couldn't run anymore, so I walked side by side with my cousin. In October this year, I broke up with my long-distance boyfriend, and I couldn't find anyone to talk to. In this cold winter, I finally couldn't help it. I said to my cousin, "I am lovelorn. I feel that no love can survive a long distance." My cousin stopped, looked into my eyes, and said, "Then let me tell you my story about your cousin." My cousin is not actually my cousin, she is actually my cousin. My nephew An Dong is her and my cousin's child, but she does not have the title of cousin. She entered the door of her aunt's house holding her cousin's urn. The snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger, and An Dong was still running on the ground covered with a thin layer of snow. His little face was red from the cold, and his thick black eyebrows looked like his cousin. His cousin smiled and called Dongdong, telling him not to fall, and then said, "It's been six years, and I have been separated from your cousin for six years." She looked up at the snowflakes in the sky, with smile lines on her face, and murmured, "Nariko, today the child is six years old." In the next two hours, she told me a story that she never told others, a story about a long-distance relationship. To this day, this relationship has been going on for sixteen years.