Like rivers and lakes, like fantasy, like a battlefield, like idle clouds and wild cranes.
What comes back is the truest self.
On the way to growth, we continue to grow up and become ourselves.
[The clouds break and the moon comes and the flowers make shadows]
"When the clouds break and the moon comes, the flowers make shadows." A light blue figure sings by the lake.
A man in mysterious clothes chanted on the other side: "The moon shines on the lonely boat and the autumn water fills it."
"So, you are here too!" They both sighed at the same time.
Among millions of people,
Meet the person you want to meet,
For thousands of years,
In the boundless wilderness of time,
Not a step early,
It's not too late,
Just happened to catch up,
There's nothing else to say,
I can only ask gently:
Are you here too?