The enchanting past by the Lotus River suddenly bloomed with enchantment. She won't be so beautiful that it will take your breath away, and she won't be so hurt that you will cry. She flows quietly on the tip of the pen, with her own tenderness, her own beauty, and her own silence. In an era submerged by the long river of history, it interprets the beauty or sadness that we don't know. By the Lotus River, does the story begin or end?