She is a touch of unmeltable snow, building an ice city on the keys.
She is a hunter walking through the jungle of money, but there is a glimmer of light trapped in her heart.
The frost blade of fate is designed to cut through the roots of stubbornness.
Chen Berry's choice is to return to eternal silence.
The snow falls silently, and the strings of the piano are silent forever. The song ended, and there was no more clear sky.
Intention: good-looking