The meteor shower of that year nourished the ancient memories, and the dust-covered flowers sprouted and broke through the ground. On the road to reincarnation, I held on to my obsession and lingered in the vast desert. I almost forgot God's call and sank deeply into the pain. When I was about to drown, I heard a soft call. You pushed me to the top of the bloody storm. You made me deeply understand what I had committed. You kept telling me the mission I must complete in this historical trajectory, Chonglou, I remember you once said: "When the storm in this building calms down, I will take you to see the most beautiful desert rose." But when you step on the road of the King of God, can I still bathe under the blue sky and white clouds and look at your figure standing against the light? Where will I be then?