What's the Autumn Wind?

The blood of the women in our family is not warmth, but a long and silent "separation". Lose your children, lose your love, lose yourself, and finally, lose the complete shape of your soul. I accepted this heavy "letting go" as if I were receiving a token passed down from generation to generation. I want to enshrine the lost name in the real ancestral hall of my family. I want to gently and completely claim the part of life that they dare not want and cannot live out back into our blood. This is not the sad history of generations of women. This is a reply written by the daughter of the last generation to all the ancestors. ——I received it. Those pains, those loves, those silent sacrifices and huge vacancies. I will respond with my full existence. I want to use our history, deep in the hearts of each of us, to hold a belated and warm burial and foundation laying for "her" who has never been properly placed.