The snowflakes in the corners of my eyes, I don't know how to dissipate, whether they melt because of the red eyes, or whether they are kissed by you yourself.
Some people say that my heart is an old tree.
The cracked bark is the wrinkles of my adolescence where I hesitated to speak, and the circles of growth rings are the countless times I have been throbbing.
I no longer planned to move forward and wanted to turn back here. However, the snow fell too hard and buried my way back. My feet were deeply immersed in the white snow.
I am willing to soar in the sky, but I am willing to fold my wings for you.
If snowflakes dwell in your eyes, you are the clearest background on this lonely winter day.
With myself as an offering to this winter, I come here to fulfill the date.
(Take me as a gift to this cold winter and come as promised.)
Intention: take winter as faith and snow as ink
