Now, though, it's winter.
The sun doesn't float near the clouds in the sky for as long as it used to. Instead, it sinks towards the sea as we watch at dusk in that field filled with flowers. The field where the violets grow amidst long grasses that brush against us as we walk.
But even though it's winter, you're still as wonderful as the sweetest daydream.
I always say that.
- Choi Chanhee
