Snow is cold, pure and short-lived, just like her in my heart, whose life is full of melancholy, loneliness and vulnerability...
I don't remember how long it was since she left me, because it was so long that I can't remember the date of her departure correctly, but the circumstances of her departure are deeply engraved in my mind: a speeding car separated her from me forever, she didn't have time to listen to my confession, she didn't know my love, and she just left like this...