I wandered through Jing Tang's picturesque lands and crossed into the borderlands, where the wind howled. Through streets and alleys, great cities and small towns, I still remember who embraced whom beneath the peach blossoms, cheeks flushed red, and who bid farewell beside the drooping willows, faces pale.
They are all the protagonists of their own stories. I watch from the sidelines, head tilted, as lives are filled with farewells and loss. So the whole world is a grand chronicle woven together from the lives of little people...
