On the day we parted, you said that a poor man would not fall in love with a rich girl. After I watched you leave, I went to Norway in my early twenties, where the snow you loved fell all year round. If I lived in the house of your dreams, would I be able to see you.
The fourth year I didn't see you, I sold my house in Norway and was warming myself by the fire, quietly in a daze, wondering where you were. I went to Moscow and went to every place you wanted to go, but I never met you. Later, when I returned to China, I went to Altay on a whim, only to find that you had been living there for a long time.
But how could you endure such severe cold?
"If you say you hate me, then I will go somewhere far, far away."
Concept: A love story between a boy and a girl