This story begins with Teacher Daolang's song "Flower Demon".
A woman stood under a very old tree.
The tree is very old, so old that the trunk is covered with cracks, like a face wrinkled by time. The leaves fall and grow, grow and fall again, year after year, endlessly. And she stood under the tree, not talking, not walking, not laughing, not crying. She just stood, like a sculpture, like a shadow, like a person forgotten by time.
She waited a long time.
Long time.
It was so long that she might not even remember what she was waiting for.
I looked at that picture and suddenly wanted to ask: Who is she waiting for? Why didn't he come?
No one answered me.
And so, this story was born.
