The fog was deep and the mountains were far away. She walked out with her schoolbag on her back, walked past the cinnabar mole and the white moonlight, and walked into the light. She turned the blade inward and embraced everything.
Some people are crazy for her, some are retreating for her, and some are shielding her from the wind and rain.
The mountains and fields cannot hide ambition, and the moonlight cannot hide obsession.
