I was born in the early morning of December. It must have been an extremely cold night, and an unknown tomorrow was about to come. I suspect it must have been a sunny day that day, which caused me to be hot on the outside and cold on the inside. But I also like December very much. If I die on any day, I must die in December alone. Even in my dreams, I still love you.
Intention: A person's process of repeated redemption