——That year was the year of wind and snow. That man came back from the wind and snow, and all his three thousand feet of white hair turned into wind flowers in your smile.
At the beginning of the story, they passed by each other, amidst the huge crowd, and they were so close that they seemed to be hugging each other.
The ending of the story is that they finally made up for the thousands of years they had missed each other, and waited for a night to sleep in each other's arms.
——I originally wanted to write a love story as clean and poignant as the wind and snow, but later, it became entangled with the black mud and blood buried under the wind and snow.
After all, there are too many conspiracies and calculations between us, interests, maneuvers, gains and losses...
Thirty million years of waiting, thirty million years of watching, thirty million years of chasing... I am finally moved by your persistence.
In fact, I already liked you when you were young at that time.
——You are the ice and snow that I have warmed, and you are my destination for thousands of years of wandering.
Intention: May we embrace a better version of ourselves.