It's winter again, but the warm sunshine shines on the plum blossom tree in the early morning. It looks so peaceful and beautiful from a distance. Do you still remember that it was a place we often went to, with the buds on the flowers standing tall and graceful, and the white snow setting off the red. I remember you gently brushing the snow from my hair in the Plum Blossom Valley. I remember you said: "If I ever lied to you, or maybe I am no longer here, you have to learn to face it bravely. Some things may seem like an outsider, but you are not willing to be involved." It turns out that I have always been the most confused person among them. I finally understood what you said...