Waiting for a Prosperous Year

I remember someone once told me that when you are sad, look up at the sky, so that the tears of longing will not fall... Ever? How many times does a person have in his life? The day you left, the sky was snowing and the world was white. You hugged me gently and made a lifelong promise in my ear. You said that you would come back to me during the snowing season in three years and "hold my hand and grow old together" for the rest of my life. Every time when spring comes, I look forward to being wrapped in snow. In the end, I don't know whether I will selectively forget that memory or continue to look forward to the next three years.