Those innocent years traveled from the far horizon, through the gray-white low sky, through all the streets and all the scenery, through all the time and all the spaces, turning into falling white snow.
It finally started snowing.
That day, she dreamed of Su Luo. I dreamed that the tomb was blue and purple. She hooked him with her right hand and hooked her with her left hand. Laugh all the time. Laugh all the time.
She thought that maybe, many years later, they would be fine.
I heard Su Luo's voice in a trance.
Very close.
Very true.
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