He could not avoid the confusion and torture caused by his family, and he was afraid that taking this step would plunge him and the abyss behind him into her. So he needed to use dozens or hundreds of revolutions of the minute hand to piece together a determination to ask her to meet. After all, he thought that he was strong enough to block the abyss behind her from her; he thought that he loved her enough to let her be completely protected by his arms forever. But what blocked the blood was the only intact windbreaker, and what blocked the wind and snow was not his illusory love.
Concept: About the entanglement and chaos of dreams, me in another world