The Road Is Like a Thin Stream of Water That Flows Forever. Who Would Have Thought That a Single Thought Will Turn Your Head Old (Jing Qing)

He turned around and raised his head into the wind. It's snowing today and there is no sun, so the whole sky is gray. It wasn't as heartbreaking as I imagined, nor was it bursting into tears. It was just calm, as calm as the reunion and farewell between ordinary old friends. How nice, he thought. Conception: