The light of dawn blends with the birds looking for food
It's a wasteland that's not autumn
The scattered snowflakes give the dawn a dance called a winter kiss
Sip on the long night
stiff body
Wings turn into mother's support
Winter snow will bury the sun
if it's you
I would rather be that bird that is not afraid of being washed away by the wind and snow
I lay in the snow and slowly melted away with the snow.
A person gradually appeared in front of me
The last trace of nostalgia drifts towards the spring in my heart...
Concept: Love itself is the perdition of free will
