It's another year of cold winter.

Snow fell silently.

It seems to come from the source of the long river of time, fall into the world, fall into this water-like years, in this silent night, it is so unexpected, but it seems to show something.

In the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth were covered with a layer of gray white, Jiang Yu looked sideways from the window, but only saw himself reflected on the glass window.

The pale face, the sharpened chin, and the bony body that the wide hospital gown could not hide.

This...... Who is he......

A wry smile escaped from the corner of the young man's lips, and he closed his eyes as if he were tired, at least without admitting it himself, that his time was running out.

The snow outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and Jiang Yu's thoughts were becoming more and more chaotic. The biting north wind whistled and blew, frantically beating at the doors and windows, making a disturbing "hissing" sound, like the greeting of death.

As if awakened by this voice, the young man lying on the bed, whose breathing had gradually become inaudible, suddenly gasped violently in pain, and with the exhaled white breath, a sickly thin red appeared on his face.

No one knows that the more the flower at the end of the road withers, the more it will be touched by palpitations.

The young man struggled to open his eyes, and with a trembling hand, he tried to press the bell of the bedside call nurse.

Yes, it's snowing, it's going to be the New Year......

He hasn't told his father that he's safe...... It's been a year of hiding.

No, he can't go yet.

Hurry up, go faster, it's time to press ......

"Whew!"

The young man's pupils suddenly trembled violently, and his heart throbbed.

In the plain ward, the long dropper screamed silently, and on the tall and cold machine that stood, the waves of life struggled to rise and fall, and then fell suddenly.

Finally, Jiang Yu's fingers fell weakly with slight tremors, and he closed his eyes unwillingly but forever.

On the honeysuckle branches outside the window, a layer of snow quietly slipped down, the snow fell white, and the ground was covered with frost, but it also buried the life that was dying.

The cold night is silent, and the enlightenment on the horizon is still far away, as if the day is broken and the night is shouting.

It's a dream that never wakes up from.