In your eternally winter village there lived an uncontrollably beautiful young man, Kai, many mothers said that she was even more beautiful than their daughters, and that this boy is far from simple

Your grandmother was tending to the red roses in the pots and smiled slightly when she saw your frowning face near the window.

Snow-haired Kai was waiting at the gate of your house for his red rose.

Grandmother: Take this rose to Kai.