If you turn into a snowflake, can you melt slowly before winter comes, at least until the sun starts to shine?
What does this world look like? I often think about it. The autumn wind on the side had already blown the maple leaves everywhere, forming a beautiful scene in the sky. It was at this moment that I suddenly remembered the first year when I first met him... My ears were pierced by the noisy car horn, which made me close my eyes.
Intention: What do you look like in front of others?