This is a story about love and destiny in a fateful struggle.
In his world, it seems that there is always an endless snowfall.
"We are walkers in the dark night, unseen by the world."
This is the Wheel of Life... Tracing the light. "The familiar voice said softly, "It has started to rotate.
"
It's always turning - you and I are in it.
"If one day I am no longer me, you must kill me! "
Snow in summer will melt before it falls to the ground.
The melting snow in the dark night, not seen by anyone, is as short-lived as... Love.
They are forever nailed to the roulette wheel by fate, over and over again.
Intention: fatalism