Beautiful painting. It gives me a cold feeling somewhere inside. It reflects me my past and my present.

Snow sitting on a warm grassy, happening land. Now it's cold just cold. People like coming over there but don't stay for long. Of course, they leave, leaving this cold land behind. It stays in their memories but they never adopt it in their lives.

This land is alone though people talk about the beauty and peace they get here. No one wants to make it a permanent part of their lives.

It's not a land but my heart.