Snow falls silently and the wind carries dust. No snowflake is innocent in an avalanche. Is there perfect love in the world? What is love? Is a person's love limited? If he is too attached to a person and cannot let go, until the love disappears and he feels resentful, is there any possibility of loving again or there is no need to love again in this life? . .
Intention: A lifetime of exploration, love that cannot be found