She is the fisherwoman who cooks boat dishes in Green Lake, and he is the powerful man in white who controls the wind and rain. The first meeting was originally ordinary. But the thought of love was like a dark whirlpool, eating away at her step by step. A mysterious boy. A song of departure like the wind. The ignorant girlhood on the Green Lake, the tender sugar-coating of national hatred and family feud. How do you call it love? Is it the loneliness of "not getting what you want", or the ecstasy of "looking back suddenly to find that person in a dimly lit place"? The life she wants is actually simple, find a good partner, become the right couple, and wander around in the world. But where is his world...
