A snowstorm in my previous life condensed my thoughts for the rest of my life. The cold snowflakes bloomed wildly in front of me, and you passed away gracefully with a proud and frosty face, leaving behind one last look of nostalgia.
After that, I was in silence for a while.
When the long is no longer long, when the loneliness has been forgotten.
When the future is soaked in the black of night, the pain is turned transparent by ice and snow.
When the heart is so numb that it can no longer make any waves, when all entanglements, resentments and hatreds are abandoned outside the world of mortals.
You come dressed in white and holding an emerald flute. Covered in bright stars, they fell in front of my eyes. Their clear eyes and black cloud hair were just a dream but a fleeting cloud.
If life were just like the first time we met...
You are the crimson snow waving in the blue sky, and I am the gentle breeze waving in the world of troubled times.
Wandering around the line of water and sky day and night, flying with you, dancing with you, until disillusionment...