Its surface, which was usually so calm, was rippling due to the drizzling rain. As the rainwater fell down, the particles of ice fell down too. This caused the temperature to drop to a lower point. The season would switch, the red leaves fallen on the ground would soon be buried by the white of the snow.
Back then, when I was very young, I had never imagined I would have seen snow. But when I was twenty years old, there was often ice rain and even snow in this place. The ground that used to be dry and sandy grew green in some places.
"Zie?," I called Zie. He turned his head toward me at once. "I want this place to change into a better one." We were walking toward the river under an umbrella to see the ripples of the water under the falling rain, enjoying the few hours meeting.
