"I" met a girl named Mo Yu again and again in my gloomy daily life in Dujiangyan. She suddenly appeared in the room, by the river, on the roof of the school, and then disappeared suddenly. There seems to be something between us - is it the mist, the river, or the memory itself? She looked at me for what seemed like a long time, but I couldn't remember her name. Water is new every day, and so are people. Maybe we met in a dream, maybe never.
Concept: It is about the trance of existence, about the shape of loneliness, and about how time accumulates in water vapor.