Snow always wears white clothes, accompanied by the arrival of the cold wind. In contrast, rain is much freer. When it comes, it always beats the leaves and the ground, as if it were a party for coming into this world. Hail proudly raised his chin, stayed in the sky, and looked down at the world with a trace of pity. The hard coat was like a hard heart. His arrival hit everything without pity or resentment. Snow is soft and weak, and their arrival is silent. It is painful for falling snowflakes to melt in the "temperature" of the earth, but they have no regrets, because they believe that snowflakes floating from behind will cover this devastated land.
But they were wrong. With his decrease, when the earth grinned grimly, his heart was broken, and his heart became cold little by little with the disappearance of life.
When the last breath was still in his body, he understood, understood a lot.
He is too naive to believe that he can fulfill his dream every time he comes, but he never wants to understand every failure and knows that he can never really cover up the darkness.