Simply discovered a secret. A secret that cannot be shared with others.
In her laptop lives a grandmother-like ghost from the Republic of China period.
Simply listen to her tell her own story, listen to her talk about the romance and iron horse fighting in that war-torn era, and listen to her talk about her unforgettable love and hatred - a tortuous past about family and country, resentment and sorrow, betrayal and trust. She cried for her, rejoiced for her, and all her emotions were affected by her, crossing the distance between time, space and life and death, to soothe and listen to the old shadow of a woman's dripping and broken dreams.
So intoxicated, obsessed, and sunk.
What to do, my dearest one. Between you and me, we are separated by more than just the ends of the earth and the vast oceans. It was a natural chasm that could not be bridged for a hundred years, and it was a separation between life and death that even the gods were helpless to deal with. White clouds and gray dogs, mausoleums and valleys undergoing vicissitudes of life, dust rising from the East China Sea, the world is too impermanent. You are dressed in red, you are stunning in your dance, you are captivating the world with your smile and your eyes are captivating, while I bathe in incense, lie drunk in the world of mortals, and go away together with you in my dreams.
