When a child raised his head and looked at a few snowflakes flying unbridled in the sun. When he was young, he didn't understand that happiness would disappear and melt when it fell into his hands. She didn't understand what a contradictory struggle this was. In her clean and transparent world, there is no vanity, no sadness, and no despair. In the winter when she was seventeen, she met a man who was five years older than her. She is as dependent as a child, she believes every word he says, and she believes in the most beautiful fairy tales. She grew up quietly like this. He might be a harbinger of Pandora's Box, catching her off guard and even forgetting how to breathe.