In this situation full of mysteries and strangeness, it seems to be an impossible thing to keep one's heart. We struggle to escape and escape from everything the world has brought us, but we are still grateful for the coming of the heavy snow that washes away our sins.
When that young man saw the death of his last relative, it seemed as if all the malice in the world came rushing towards him, like a tide or a sea current, drowning him and suffocating him. But you and I both know that here, even breathing seems to be a sin.
In the endless blizzard, I heard him crying
Purpose: Build a high wall for lies