All the snow on the ground had melted.

　　I sat by the window, looking outside through the hole my mom had dug.

　　I sat there all night.

　　People who had gone up the mountain yesterday were happily walking down.

　　They must have had a good harvest.

　　Suddenly, someone pointed at the wide-open iron gate of my house and said, "Hey, this gate is open!" "Yesterday the door was locked, I thought no one was living here." "I'm thirsty, I'll go get some water to drink." It had been a long time since I had spoken to someone, so I eagerly ran back into the house to pour them water, but I heard them screaming outside: "Oh my god! Look here! Someone died here!" "Oh dear, it looks like it's been a while.

　　How unfortunate!" "They must have been buried under the snow and not found." "Yes, this place is so remote, I wonder how they ended up dead here..." They were all talking at once, and I ran out of the house and asked, "Who died here?" No one answered me, they were huddled together, and I squeezed my way through the middle.

　　It was a girl, from this angle I could only see the top of her head.

　　Her entire body was curled up and trapped in a pile of firewood, with her face hidden in her knees.

　　The exposed fingers outside were already starting to change color.

　　The snow that had accumulated in winter had long melted away in the spring breeze, and the girl's body lay quietly in the spring sun.

　　I thought, I knew who she was.

　　It was me, frozen to death, on the night of the 29th day of the lunar new year.

　　It turned out I didn't survive that night at all, never made it to the new year.