"Wan Mei, long time no see."
"Hey, Wan Mei, wait for me."
"Wan Mei, that old stick-in-the-mud punished you again!"
"Here, have some chestnut cake."
"All right."
"Wan Mei! We're over here! Hurry up! Wan Mei!"
"Qian Dai, what did you write?"
"Of course, that I'll be with Wan Mei forever! Wan Mei is the very, very best person in the world."
"I'm not going back."
"I meant every word I said tonight."
The heart is a pitch-black night sky, calm and unfathomable.
The heart is wind and snow swirling and falling, drifting and whirling through the air.
The heart is the world's splendor, dazzling and indistinct, so beautiful it's hard to see clearly.
Ink drips onto the spotless white paper, leaving a stain that cannot be wiped away, an inadvertent mistake.
What forever?
What being together?
Even without realizing it,
it all gets stuck in her throat, until once again she swallows back a thousand unspoken words.
The scars fade, leaving only more sorrow.
She remembers that snowy night during the Lantern Festival, every word she heard.
She even remembers the scent of chestnut cake wafting by as snow fell on the plum blossoms.
In the end, she placed a sincere kiss upon her.
Like the ink mark she'd accidentally made all those years ago.
Theme: How could there be no love that cannot be attained, no longing that goes unanswered?
