In an empty, neglected garden, an old man plays the flute, the melody full of sadness and bitterness that brings pain to the hearts of all who hear it.
A woman in blue hanfu stepped into the garden but she did not disturb the old man, she found a stone bench and sat quietly, the sound of the flute permeated the air and the girl supported her chin while listening to music with her eyes closed.
A few minutes later the music finally stopped, the old man put his flute on his lap then took a deep breath while looking up at the blue sky, flocks of white birds flying and swirling harmoniously in the sky as if they were dancing. . The old man's eyes crinkled as his memories drifted to a past that seemed so far away.
"Do you remember why our ancestors built this place, what hope was behind it?" said the old man suddenly.
