Snow flutters outside, I can see snowflakes as large as goose feathers dancing before my eyes, very much like the snow of my homeland. I still remember the scenes of building snowmen in my childhood; the snow from home was of great quality, a handful could be easily squeezed into a snowball, unlike the current loose and fluffy snow.
My motherland, oh how your son is enduring both physical and mental torture at the border here, regretting the mistakes I made in the past, and deeply concerned about the research our country has embarked on to change human physique.
If the successor is fated to find this place, I hope they can find what I have buried and then destroy it.
Long live Huaxia."
