Ocean of Ice

Late at night. There seemed to be some kind of death aura hidden in her dark eyes. As time passed, it started to rain. This is the first rain of summer, and it rains relentlessly like the end of the world. The branches trembled violently, and the green tips that emerged could not withstand the violent storm and were blown down. Her cold fingers caressed a photo, and her deep attachment was tinged with a little sadness. The broken hair in front of her forehead was blowing in the wind, and cold tears were flowing down her face as beautiful as gelatin. A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky. The cold breath is clearly audible. She stared at the night sky in trance, with traces of tears on her face. There was a person standing in the rain outside the window, his eyes resting on the quaint villa in front of him, as if he was seeing a loved one through it. The eyes are gentle. He is an extremely handsome young man.