Moerta looked at the thin figure on the hillside opposite. Wuduo was as gentle as a cloud in his hand, beaten weakly. The tattered clothes, black hair, slender ankles, and the thin protruding ribs could be seen through the cloth. "Baiyun, you want to go far away, come with me." Come on, I'll sing to you, my love, come back quickly, love me forever, I'll sing to you..." The intermittent singing was gentler than the northwest wind. The boy staggered around and waved to Moerta, dear girl, let's make a promise for the rest of our lives....
Intention: Regret in the world