A night of spring snow in 2003 surprised me when I got up early. So I started thinking about this story. What happened when I was a child was basically my real experience, but my story did not continue. The first thing I conceived was the helpless ending of "this love can only be remembered", but then I wrote that I was integrated into the story and couldn't bear to start. So I wrote it as it is now, giving them a chance, maybe, to let love come back.
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