He doesn't care about the world, he doesn't read people's hearts, he doesn't mourn the past, he doesn't worry about the future. He is a legendary thief in the rivers and lakes. He can steal everything but not people's hearts. Even God can't do anything about an infatuated mistake. She is the wind that never stops, coming from the rivers and lakes, but finally trapped in her own heart. He is the moon on the mountains, covering the mountains and rivers at his feet with the shallow moonlight, but they don't know that his light has always been her.