In the third year after moving to Norway, Winter guarded the pasture, aurora and sheep, and lived his own scenery. She got acquainted with her lonely neighbor, reunited with her gentle bamboo horse, and encountered a mysterious traveler. There is no established answer to the story, and there is no unique destination for the heartbeat. The future is still long and we will meet more tenderness. She doesn't choose, she doesn't live up to, she doesn't stop. Wherever the wind blows, she goes. All encounters are scenery; all heartbeats can be treasured.
Intention: Follow your true heart, accept all encounters, and treasure every heartbeat.