My last memory of that time is the albizia flowers falling all over the ground after my favorite rainy day; the sunset glow that makes me marvel every time I see it; the snowflakes floating all over the sky when I open my eyes; the dim sky I watched while lying on his back; and the white and biting cold. Most of this is my personal experience, and I want to write it down, because as time goes by, so many people have told it, and even I have blurred the authenticity of these things.
Intention: regret, friendship, companionship