701 BC, Qi State.
That endless dream hits me again.
Blue rice ears covered the fields, and I walked in a daze, despairing at every step.
"The millet is separated from the ground, and the sprouts of the millet are moving slowly and slowly, and the center is shaking. Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say that I want something."
It was a child singing, very sad.
"The millet is separated, the ears of the grain are walking slowly and slowly, and the center is shaking. Those who know me..."
There was a heartbreaking pain in my foot. I don't know when it was scratched, and black blood stained the ground.
I clasped my hands together, hoping that this dream would end soon.
The fields dyed red swayed, and hunger and pain engulfed my consciousness bit by bit, pulling me into darkness.