Three years later, He Chen silently looked at him from a distance as the heavy snow fell.
At that moment the heavy snow seemed to fall on him
The hand holding the umbrella is already cold and stiff
He knows that he doesn't dare. He is like the snowflakes flying in the sky.
It was all him who disappeared in the blink of an eye
He doesn't understand either. He only cares about the heavy snow covering his endless thoughts, which are covered up in the wanton snow that fills the sky.
After a long time, he turned around and suddenly looked back
The umbrella above my head drifted and fell again
Maybe I'll think about it many years later
If it happened again, would you choose to hold his hand again?
Redemption/warmth/rushing
Purpose: redemption