After staying in a chaotic world for too long, I thought that my world would always be wrapped in the dark colors of life, and then no light would shine through. It goes round and round, without end, without hope, without joy, and even less happiness. It is cold and without temperature, and bleak and lifeless, just like the gray-white winter in the north.
She is like pines and cypresses in winter, evergreen all year round.
She is like the blazing sunshine, dispelling the darkness.
Her appearance was an accident, the most beautiful accident.