Long absent, looking forward to meeting again. After half a year, returning, I wonder if I can still be as graceful as I was back then. I miss and cherish the us of those days. I might be coming back. Whenever I feel lost, I come back to look. This is my safe haven, the place that brings me peace of mind. The once cold and distant me has returned, but I will appear with a brand new identity. Wishing that in the new year: warmth in the heart, unafraid of the frost and cold of the world; eyes filled with appreciation, not wasting the deep affection of fleeting years. The once cold and distant me, now and in the future, is warm and caring.