I want to know
where the wind blows
When the willow silk draws out the tender green in the wind
When laughter floats in the wind across the creek
When the red leaves flutter in the wind
When you and I meet in the wind
meet and disperse
I want to know
where the stars shine
When the black night falls on the earth
When the blood-red moon rises proudly
When the blue waves spread to the sea
When the purple mist creates everything
But we met under the starry sky
meet each other
The heroine in this article is not omnipotent, but she is not weak or strong, not a holy mother, not a novice.