The draft from eight years ago has traveled across mountains, plains, and deserts to this day. Gas molecules have penetrated into every cell, and memories have flooded into every inch of skin. It does not make you experience heartbreak all over again, nor does it make you say goodbye to the past. It comes just to blow the brim of your hat, raise your head, and look at today again.
"Song Yuan," Xu Chao called me. I turned my head to look at her, and snowflakes stopped on her eyelashes and hair.
"It's snowing."
Intention: Watch as circumstances dictate and update as circumstances dictate.