It was early in the morning, and it was quiet. Suddenly I heard a cold wind blowing, and there seemed to be the sound of soldiers fighting, clanging, and war drums. The sound of the wind gradually became smaller, and there seemed to be a lonely figure of a woman in the mist. The sound of the wind was mixed with a cold whisper, "Ashes return to dust, soil returns to soil, no one from the past is seen, it is finally parting." The wind stopped, the figure disappeared, and the sound disappeared.