In the late winter afternoon, the young man came against the light, his smile was so bright, he stretched out his hand and pulled her out of the darkness. She thought she had met her hope and tried desperately to hold on to the only warmth, but was pushed into the abyss again and again.
The sun shone on the somewhat muddy alley, and the corners of Sylvia's lips slightly raised. It's great. Spring is here. Cedric, I love you so much.
The snowflakes floated down and fell on her face. Sylvia frowned, the cold winter is coming again, how annoying, Cedric, how I hate you.
No one cares who died in that warmest winter.
Concept: The love I missed when I was young