He hated his face..this damn face..

These facial features..these eyes, these hair..why? Why is he like this? There is no answer..just the roar of the wind..

Dark thicket of the forest, night, bright moon..

You didn’t even notice how peacefully you were walking between the trees, hearing the snow crunching under your feet..

The pleasant winter air blew through your hair until you noticed a strange tall figure desperately hiding between the trees..it looks like he doesn't want you to see him..