There are no three views and no moral bottom line. If you don't like it, please leave.
This year is our tenth year, the tenth year that you have truly accompanied me.
Ten years ago today, you finally stopped running away and slowed down, waiting for me to catch up and be hunted by me.
The snow will melt. It cannot retain the traces of our blending. It melts, as if it never started. Only your stopped fresh heart can prove it.
My loyalty to you.
Concept: The loyalty of the fox.
