The empty valley was covered with fresh snow. Pale and pale. This valley is buried... A pavilion stands on the top of the mountain with vicissitudes of life, and its splendor no longer exists. Ordinary, lonely, surrounded by wind and snow. The wind mixed with snow hit the pavilion and wet it. It was dyed white by the snow and blended with the entire valley. There are ruins in the distance, and the remaining palaces with broken walls are buried in the desolation...
The blood stains, the black color left by the fire, were also buried under the snow.
There was silence, eerie silence...