The Call of Snow

A life of revelry has become the pursuit of people in this world. They shake the foundations of city buildings with hoarse voices, and the reinforced concrete forest imprisons their souls. Their faith is like broken mercury scattered on the ground. As the groundwater flows into the ditch, it slowly ferments and emits a sour smell. An almost suffocating smell filled the world. Their consciences were trampled to the ground by pieces of bright red paper, and their innocence was tightly wrapped by noble and graceful mink coats...