The snow in winter plays the melody of destiny. It is said that when summer comes, the traces of snow will no longer be seen. You say, we can see you again.
But it's not the snow that belongs to you. In this hot season, I am willing to stay in the late autumn when I first met you. Little by little, I pile up the snowflakes that fall on my palm, and that is the summer called you.
Purpose: Redemption and growth of love