[You sit on your father's broad back, letting him carry you as he runs wildly across the ice plain.]
[You don't see any particular difference from usual this time, except that it seems to be longer than usual, and the scenery you witness gradually changes.]
[Gradually, you begin to feel a certain heat on your body.]
[You tell your father that it hurts.]
[Your father does not reply to you but instead lets out a painful howl, filled with unwillingness and despair.]
[As time passes, the heat on your body becomes more painful, the intense pain even making it hard for you to breathe.]
[It hurts, it hurts so much.]
[Until finally, when your consciousness is already blurred, you seem to see a trace of a novel color, a color full of vibrant life, like the flowers and grass your father often brings you to see.]
[How beautiful... you think for the last time.]
