雪が積もっても、あなたの想いは溶けない

On a snowy winter morning, a small wooden table sits alone in a garden, with a mug of hot cocoa, a handwritten product catalog, and a small handmade soap lined up on it. Next to it, a printout of yesterday's shipping confirmation email is placed on the snow, with a layer of white snow gradually piling up on top. Even in the cold air, your handiwork is trying to bring warmth.