Dear Where Are You From

Snow, god, believer; Fertile soil nourished by flesh and blood, countless bad fruits grew on the wildly growing branches. The branches were fragile and fell into the bad soil together. The rotten pulp of the bad fruits splashed, adding another fishy smell to the land. The thin branches were stained with rotten pulp. In this way, we are the same kind, right? In dreams, people have imagined their own one-man show. He sympathized with these innocent believers and sent down a colorful and corrupt suffering. As a result, the believers were wailing... Praying and dying, and realized their own tragic scenes that made Him laugh. Together with the destroyed souls, equality is piled up. But, God, great God, how do you prove that we believe in you? Of course, it is evidenced by your begging. After all, no matter who is the savior when you beg, you will offer crazy faith. … He is no longer responding to the questions of believers. Picking up one of the millions of snowflakes, he asked mockingly, "Do you believe in me?" ………… "Why are you so cold?" For a moment He realized and laughed at His own stupidity. Snowflakes are not worthy of enjoying hot and tender feelings. Believers kept silent together with God to witness the melting of this snowflake. Purpose: Friendship first