Snow fell heavily outside the window again, and the heavy curtains were opened to let a glimmer of light into the dark room. It's winter again, and it's already the eighth year since I turned 19. The scenes of those days when I was dancing and flying are like stories that happened yesterday, and they are so deeply imprinted in my mind.
This sudden heavy snow seems to have brought me back to that wonderful time and that unforgettable first love. At this moment, I indulged my thoughts and let my memories search for that figure that was never allowed to appear again in my memory. I tried my best to restrain myself, but at this moment I can still easily remember that a young and energetic face appeared so earth-shatteringly in my 19-year-old life, fell in love with each other, but left without warning.
The passing flower season will never look back, but when will the cold winter end?