I followed the flowing water and went through several reincarnations.
I have seen flowers bloom and fall, the tide rises and falls, and I have gone through spring, summer, autumn and winter, the wind, flowers, snow and moon.
What am I chasing, and what am I escaping from.
There is a lingering and melancholy voice in my ears, very familiar yet very strange. I know what it is thinking, but I cannot hear its words clearly.
There are ripples in the water, and a strange face is looming. I don't know her, but she is me, and I am her.
Intention: Don't be emoticon after reading this!