I met winter. Under the fallen sycamore tree, it told me that it would take me home. The snowflakes fell on my hands and they were so cool that I thought I had a dream.
I was separated from winter, and that day it was furious and the snow was falling.
I stood beside it quietly, with snowflakes covering my hair. It gradually subsided and I still looked at him.
Later, I picked up a dead leaf with a sentence written on it: "I love you, but I want you to be happy even more."
Intention: Ordinary life is only worth eternity
