Comrade Kavna and I haven't seen each other for a long time, but we still convey our thoughts through letters. Until he could no longer hold a pen, until he fell asleep in that heavy snow.
I often feel that the emotions between me and Kafna cannot be expressed through love. This emotion is very complicated, which makes me no longer me after losing him.
Kafna is a person with a very delicate mind. This meticulousness makes him introverted in his strength. He will not express his emotions and only reveals his tenderness in his words and deeds. He allowed me to open the curtain and step into his arms. Kafna was also a mean-spirited person. After some drunken comrades made fun of him, he would deliberately put a few comrades on the ground and drag them around a few times.
I can't forget him.
Intention: Comrades, please come on