Mei likes the word "Linlang", which sounds like the sound of a bunch of keys falling into the ruins. Man-made disasters. When Mei thinks of that word, she is often so chilled that she feels like she is about to cry, Linlang, Linlang. Such a lonely name, the blind man's sky melts into milk, the stag's antlers collide with each other. The rhyme of Ang is a cello with broken strings, and the maple corpse becomes a choir.