That Late Winter

At this moment, snow started to fall in the capital, and people came out to watch the snow. He did not look at the snow-dyed scenery. He just raised his head and drank the last bit of wine in the gourd. He shook the empty gourd. He was probably a little disappointed. He threw the gourd away, rubbed his hands, leaned on his sword, and slowly closed his eyes as the wind and snow filled the city...