His Heart Is Clear

It was an encounter that was as ethereal and beautiful as a dream from her perspective. How much wealth must be accumulated to have courage. How many tears does a girl have to shed as she grows up before her youth is considered wasted. A snow, a dream. She said: "I love it so much, I tried my best." There used to be mountain snow under my eyes, but now there is frost dust between my eyebrows. It's another year of snow, and the tips of her hair are turning white: "I'm glad that because of him, I still have the courage to love." Love is a grand act of idealism. Intention: Accept the tears shed by the girl magnanimously.