One night, the sky fell with heavy snow, and the outside of the complex was covered in white. I walked in the snow, looking up at the dim street lights surrounded by snowflakes, recalling the night before the winter break at Zijingang a year ago, when it also snowed, and I watched "Forever Young" with a girl I liked at the cinema. Afterward, as we walked back to school, waiting at the red light, we looked up at the snowflakes drifting down from the streetlights. She was like the snowflakes, drifting unpredictably. The next day, she took the train back to her hometown, and after that, I only saw her once, and never again.
