C85 Paper airplane

After a long time, I finally let go of my hand.

I picked up the white paper and slowly folded it into a plane. I opened the window and threw the paper plane into the endless night amidst the falling snow.

Fly, fly, fly to her side ? I said to myself.

Then I watched as the paper plane slowly landed in the snow...

Suddenly, I saw, where the paper airplane landed, a figure, a familiar figure