In my eyes, winter is the vicissitude of a father, his face

 is stern and majestic, but his heart is full and warm, like candles waiting for us to return home.

Under the milk-like light, toasting and concentrating, is a quiet and beautiful mother or wife.

So the winter night turns into a sea, and we found the feeling of swimming once more.

冬夜是冷的

我心是暖的

It’s -7ºC in Vancouver today.