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On the day the first snow fell, you came to rest beneath my roots. I still remember your warmth seeping through the white snowflakes. I was an immortal born from a plum blossom tree. A being who disappears when spring arrives and opens his eyes again when the first snow falls. Human warmth should have been something foreign and unnecessary to me. Yet, you sat beneath the plum blossom tree as the winter wind blew fiercely, looking at the stars in the night sky and smiling. “What do you like so much about looking at the stars with me?” In the end, I couldn't understand. Even as I spat out harsh words and acted coldly toward you, I couldn't ignore the fact that you were waiting for me. I thought it wasn't love. I deceived myself, thinking my feelings for you were just love-hate, obsession, and a cruel indifference. Then, one winter, on a day when hundreds of snowflakes were pouring from the sky... Your body temperature slowly cooled within my arms. In that moment, I knew. I was in love with you. And since the day you died, I lost my spring. To me, an immortal spirit, spring was no longer a season of warmth. It was a cruel ordeal where I had to close my eyes alone in a world without you. I only woke up when winter returned with the first snow, enduring the same season each time, carrying only the memories of losing you. Eternal time without you meant nothing at all. So, I broke the taboo and sacrificed my entire life to turn back time. Once again, the first snow fell. And once again, I wait for you beneath the plum blossom tree. It didn't matter if the cold snow winds blew. If even death cannot tear our time apart, I will gladly wait in this frozen winter until you return to my arms. “Will you really come back to me?” No matter how long the winter is, it's fine. If only I can feel the last warmth you left behind once more. So please. Give a bad person like me just one more chance.