Tomb-Sweeping Day is missing.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's missing, the drizzle, quietly woven into a net stuck in my heart, locked my deep attachment. Grandma's smile is just around the corner. I opened my palm and released a paper crane. It contains my 10 million wishes. Fly to the lush spring, fly to the flower sea where rape flowers are in full bloom. It is a long way to my hometown.