Just now it was under the leaves of autumn wind, and now it is a piece of white snow. Is this the power of time? Maybe this is the true nature of burying the dead. I seldom indulge my feelings like this, but only once! It turns out that it only takes twenty minutes from autumn to winter. Then I think people's life is only a few hours! The past laughter, pain, pride and frustration ... were frozen in my heart by a heavy snow, leaving only sadness and hope. Everything will pass, and there are many things to face. In the journey of time, I only have now.
Only now.