Five Percent Formalin Plus Alcohol

"Who are you?" "I'm Lan." "Think again, who are you?" "... I am... A painter?" "Go on, who are you?" "... Your lover." "Who are you?" "... I don't know how to answer." Intention: In the pure land of secluded mountains, banana trees grow. Unintentional metaphor, I feel it is not far away.