Memory and eyes slowly overlap and merge. The wind whispered in my ears. It's too quiet, listen carefully, wind, snow falling, and my breathing, but something is missing. It lacks the most vivid sound that is treasured by memory. A collection of my memories of the snow in my northern hometown. Because of the particular structure, texture, and visual effects of snow, winter always looks very quiet. Living in the city's hustle and bustle, there will always still lack the silence even if I have seen snow.