Lost Beauty

The street lights are a little dim, which perfectly complements my current gloomy mood, doesn't it? If a miracle happens at this time, whether it is aliens or money raining from the sky, I am willing to believe in Christianity immediately. Wow, so cold. The snow is a bit heavy. I tried to dodge a few times as if to vent my anger, as if this would make me feel better. But I accidentally kicked a hard stone under the snow. It hurt! Really, the pain was so painful that I shed tears, and they kept falling. I couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard I tried... Until a clean blue handkerchief was handed to me... I instinctively avoided the direction of the handkerchief, raised my head, and a familiar smile hit my eyes. I didn't have time to think about anything, time just stopped. God, are you trying to prove your existence with this?