Sunrise Snow

*This is a short story, and there are currently no plans to expand it. *Two chapters of the text, completed I live in this fragmented world, like countless people in this era. Together with the livestock on this land, we are busy living and dying. I was born to be the embodiment of shame and obscurity—and so is this age. The war was in turmoil and the war was raging. I stood in the gray zone between invasion and invasion. When I looked up at the moon, I felt like I was looking at another version of myself: It looked like I was still alive, but in fact, I had been gone for many years. ——But, some people say that the snow is pattering. He is the sun, the sun of the world, my sun. Then let me melt into ashes, for the sun and the ocean. Mission: Family, country and world, life is a big dream