The story all started from a heavy snowfall
When the snow falls on the empty mountain, she is a mutilated person who has lost her voice, and her fingertips can open the gap of silence.
In the tea smoke in the ancient alley, he is the funeral master carrying the coffin, with traces of the unburned soul hidden in his eyes.
The silence with the gradual loss of the five senses and the deep illness lingering with obsessions are originally the funeral rites owed by the previous life.
When it was snowing, he held her hand and wrote in his palm.
"The sun is good."
She couldn't see it, but she smiled.
Purpose: Obsession burns the body, the cycle of life and death, can let go of obsession in the embers of death
