For as long as I can remember, I have been having the same dream: a woman whose beauty is indescribable is dancing on the frozen lake, surrounded by plum blossoms flying petals and falling down. Most of the plum blossoms are white, but also red, purple, pink, all kinds of deep and shallow colors. The dancing women around are from near to far, from far to near, from high to low, and from low to nothing. It is so beautiful, so beautiful that it makes me suffocate...