She seems to have no home. She seems to be the most ordinary little girl on Chang'an Street.
Because she has no home, she has to find one.
Because she has no home, she has to search for one.
Because she has no home, she has to drift alone among the clouds and sky.
Sometimes she finds a home, as if she has found someone to rely on. But the world is full of causes and consequences, past lives and this one, comings and goings. Some things vanish like smoke, some are forgiven and forgotten, and some are never put to rest.
The vast world is divided as clearly as the nine heavens, layer upon layer filled with different people. So only people who are alike can be together.
She loves the lands north and south of the rivers, and the places within and beyond the southern mountains.
She has also forgotten what she was looking for in the first place. She only wants, wants to find a home.
