Standing on both sides of the river of time, looking at the sparkling lake water. I remember, in January 1998, it would snow.
The picture and music are very beautiful. A hut called "Sea" by the sea. Snow in winter. Even construction sites have such beautiful skies. And that letterbox that leads the whole story. Under the long sunshine, it exudes beauty with such charm and forbearance.
I love the sea in the story. No rough waves, just very quiet sea. Weeping.
She had just fallen out of love when she moved into the house, in December 1999. She has a dog named Coke, and she talks to it quietly. Her lover had left him, standing under the Christmas tree, laughing with him in the letterbox.
He had just picked up the dog when he was living in the house and hadn't had time to name it yet. It was a cold winter working on a construction site in December 1997. Two years later than her.
They both thought the other was joking. Knowing that she explained the truth with the prophecy that it would snow on January 10, 1998.
The two finally became friends who comforted each other. They keep warmth and happiness in the mailbox. He asked if his own father was still alive after two years. So she looked in the architecture books. That architect died in 1998. She gave him the book and wrote long letters.
Her lover left because of the long distance, which made her feel very lonely. They discuss with each other ways to be happy.
So they decided to meet. She saw the house under construction at the place they had agreed to. It is said to have been built by a man for his true love. She waited all day by the sea. He didn't come.
Neither of them understood why.
Until she decided to ask him to help tell the original boyfriend not to leave. As long as they keep their boyfriends, they won't break up. They will be happy together.
She decided to find him. And she finally found out that the day she and her boyfriend separated, he was the one who died.
She ran like crazy. do not go. I beg you not to go.
The sun covers everything. Move from one end to the other.
I beg you not to go.
Go back in time. The letter that ended sadness finally got him standing at the door of the "sea" waiting for her.
--Who are you?
-Would you like to hear me tell a very strange story?
Ocean.
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