You know the moment, when you finally close your eyes, accepting the bare truth, that there is no way you could survive the odds of being buried under the unknown depth of avalanche disaster you just faced, and someone named Park Chanyeol pokes you to wake up and asks “How is your day?” because greetings like that are necessary even if the person is buried under tones of ice, you kind start believing you are in heaven. Heaven, which turns out to be a still faraway road for me because

“Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth, That I have to go! That I know how to go, and I had to go! Someday, But not today! Because I loved you first,