He thought maybe they wouldn't see each other again, so he just stuffed it into his wallet. Leaving the hotel and diving into the wind and snow. Later, he took this photo with him and traveled to many cities, heard many stories, and met many people.
However, this is not the end of their story. Because, the story actually didn't end yet. Occasionally, late at night, he would act impulsively and book a ticket to Sweden, never to return. But without exception, he canceled it when he sobered up the next day.
So far, that's all he remembers. Early winter has arrived and late winter has left. The background is like a fairy tale and the dialogue is like a silent movie.
An amazing story that has no so-called fate and can barely be called love. He choked on the cigarette and coughed for a while, but he still couldn't stand it. The person he misses is always far away for some reason. Some people may not believe it, but even if there is no fate or quarrels, love will die. Because in life, they can't.
Intention: People are always like this, trying every means to fill their childhood wounds, even if it is just in vain