Plum Blossoms Bloom from Frost

I am lost, who will find me? "Sister, tell me a story." "Okay. Sister, let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a mountain. There was a temple on the mountain. There was an old monk and a young monk in the temple. The old monk was telling a story to the young monk. What story was he telling? Once upon a time, there was a mountain. There was a temple on the mountain. In the temple, there was an old monk and a young monk. The old monk..." His hands fell limply to the ground. The sword in her hand pierced his chest. His blood dyed each other's clothes red. She tells a story that never ends. "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. There was an old monk and a young monk in the temple. The old monk was telling a story to the young monk..." I am lost, who will find me?