Floating in his memories, Hakuba Tan got up from the recliner used for his nap. His ears were filled with the messy sounds of his wife and maid preparing dinner. Their son would return from a long trip tonight, and the whole family was busy welcoming him.
At the dinner table, the young Baima Che told his family what he had seen, from the old angel who was kept in a chicken pen to the most beautiful drowning person in the world, from the town that smelled of roses to the old female accordion player in the place where the nightingale was received in that town. She wandered from place to place like a bard and died while staying here. She looked sober amid the psychedelic music and merrymaking crowd, like a priestess on the altar of Delphi. Baima Che said that when he left that town, the remains of the deceased were being submerged by the waves, and when he came back, he passed by there again and followed the brown-skinned fisherman to dive into the deep sea to look for turtles and saw the unknown musician again during dinner. She was at least fifty years younger, with beautiful short brown hair and aqua blue eyes. Behind her was the water flow carrying exotic flowers and plants that had grown in the places she passed while drifting.
Concept: Love doesn't understand geography, so it doesn't know borders.