You Are Helpless

Everyone has a sadness that only belongs to them. It's not that it doesn't exist, it's just that it can't be expressed, its meaning is unclear, it's buried in the deepest place, it hurts when it's touched, and it breaks when it's mentioned. Just like this mountain, this wind, this forever blurry man in white Just like in his dreams day after day, there are wind and snow, bamboo forests, white clothes, wine, and one scene after another, silent ending, and the loneliness that no one knows.