Dawn, cutting across the sky screen, turned out to be curved.
The snow was so heavy that day.
Your words,
"What's your name?"
I happened to hear them clearly.
Did the day wait for dawn, or did dawn embrace the day?
Some sunbeams charge headlong through everything and reach the clouds, but still never manage to pierce the sky screen and shine on that person.
Theme: The tender feelings of youth, and how we're all slowly becoming better.
I changed the cover color and wrote it myself, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha