Winter always makes people feel sad. When I stand on a deserted street, I realize that people are already hiding at home, with only the dry trees on both sides to keep me company. Although I prefer solitude, this dead silence is repulsive. I think it was because of him. He called me out that winter. I don't remember how cold the weather was at that time. As soon as I saw him, I threw myself into his arms and enjoyed his warmth. He pushed me away. I felt strange. He smiled and said, "Let's break up." I looked at him without asking him why, because I knew that as long as he said something, he must have thought about it for a long time. We each walked in the opposite direction. No one looked back, and no one shed a tear for the other...