The water sings and the flowers bloom, the clouds are shy and the moon's shadow is blurred, and it is so close to the end of the world. The wild geese crow and the mist surrounds them, they soar high and high, the hearts are connected, and the seas are dry and the rocks are rotting. She didn't know who she was, and she was searching for it. Looking back, she realized that the beginning might be the end.