Spring passes into autumn, and the seasons turn. I don't mind. Everyone beneath the sun must cast a shadow. You stand in the sunlight, and I look at your shadow as if I were looking at myself. Light isn't salvation for everyone. Take Xue, for example. I came into this world in the cold of winter just to see you, to see the light once. I don't want to face the rivers, and I don't want to enter the forests. Let me drift up into the sky. From now on, the spring rain, summer thunder, autumn mist, and winter snow you see will all be me.
