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Tears of cold, which transform into a river that runs through the entire life of the valley of ice in the white and blue plains like the sky, which is unforgettable with the memories of fresh water.
The cold is the ghost that we only feel as it steals our life without seeing it, in the sublime heights of the snowy mountains, which rests on the path of white snow, which if you abuse your trust burns you like fire, but it is the wisdom that makes you live in the world of snow.