It snowed again in this city tonight. This is not the first snowfall this year. This is the hundreds of millions of snowfalls in this city. No one knows. The snowflakes are falling in droves. Even he has almost forgotten how long he has walked on this road after so many years. It is accurate to every minute and every second of every day of the year. Just like the snowflakes in front of you, you don't need to know so accurately. You just need to feel its coldness and beauty repeated in this eternal time. The man's eyes were covered with snowflakes, and he sat as if he were an ice sculpture. In an instant, he seemed to recall many things, those unimaginable sufferings, those farces that were made by fate, and the scenes appeared before his eyes, like a movie lens, reappearing frame after frame.
Purpose: Spend our lives quietly and gently