A long, long time later, the elderly Yang Yuanlin went on a trip incognito. He passed by a small fenced courtyard full of Phalaenopsis. An old woman holding a baby sitting at the door was singing a ditty that Ah Man had hummed softly back then.
In a daze, the breeze blew gently by his ears, and the girl's clear and jingling voice in his memory gradually became distant, as if this person had always existed only in the universe.
Intention: The road is long and far away, I will search up and down