The Beauty in the Snake Coffin

When I was fifteen, Grandpa invited a giant snake into a coffin. When I was seventeen, the one lying in the coffin was a beautiful woman dressed in red... Do not speak to me of being granted a title. One general's success is built on ten thousand dead soldiers. We yearn for each other in two places, both weathering the snow. In this life, at least we can say our hair has turned white together.