I would like to share my feelings about the dark night and white snow. Perhaps in every circumstance we meet, a feeling is born in us. I love wandering off to a place far away from the crowd. I am particularly fond of frosty winters when snow falls soundlessly, beautifies everything it covers, and makes the dirty world look clean. On the other hand, the night arrives not to end the day, but to promise the beauty of darkness. In darkness we can see the brilliance of stars. As snow melts, memories stay.