Broken snowflakes freeze the mind,

The wooden boat shuttles through parallel time and space,

The sharp blade unsheathed pierced the silence of the sky,

Sailors conquer the vastness with ingenuity,

The temperature of the ice is not yet directional,

The conduction of water finally determines the zero degree,

A masterpiece of ice-water mixing,

Releasing the heat of each other's heating,

Although it is minimal,

Despite the smog,

A wooden boat,

One direction and one sword.

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