Thoughts of you echoed in the quiet moment where I sit for myself—daydreaming of our meeting like a glossy picture I paste in my diary. I glossed over the hurts when my heart was broken, memories that teared me up. By the remembrance of our first meeting I did my best to glue back the pieces that once were broken. Roses may wither before summer is over and autumn set fire to the leaves, I’ll leave my footprints on the snow for you to find me. Would you walk through the mist if my light shines bright, and call out my name before it’s too late—our last goodbye.Footprints on the snow.