Every time when the stars are setting, the moon is bright and the sky is bright, I always want to go to Dibei to see the snow there, where the girls are still gentle and kind, where the land is pure, and where the snow is like an ocarina tune that is soothing. . . . . . But I checked all over the map, and there was no place name with the name "Dibei"; so I once again entered the endless space, I was walking, I was praying, I was struggling desperately, and then I saw a reflection, thin and familiar, sad and cowardly; in the end, I still stared at the stars, over and over again, crowded to death.