"The wind... Is the sound of the wind."
"Branches and leaves, cicadas, civet cats, and even water, everything in the world has a sound."
"Every time the wind blows, that's when I see the clearest..." The man in a white shirt faced the scorching sun with his back, and the breeze ruffled his hair at the temples.
At the end of Baiyun Mountain, the breeze rests under the pines.
My name is taken from this poem. It is really unimaginable that a lowly person can give me such an elegant name. People call me Panasonic Breeze, and the breeze touches my face. I originally thought that the meaning of my life was as carefree as the breeze, but that star meteor took away my ideals and my life.
And... My light.
The person who captured it was named Tang Wen, and he was also my teacher.
Intention: Is fate really unchangeable?