Qin Cheng's Journey West Through the Mist

The New Year comes to a small town. Winter has passed, but am I standing in darkness or at the break of dawn? The Taiji divination tells fortunes, yet none of its hexagrams can read the human heart. The wild geese migrate south, but still the way home remains unseen. Having seen through the vicissitudes of life, where will the young man who came from a small village go from here?