With flowing springs coupled with the waterfall, splashes screened from the dance between the water and the cliff wall, the ripples reveal the past and present lives woven into the watery curtain. I plead with it to tell me all that there has been when it traveled the world. Wavy sparkling upon the water surface resembles a mirror of the sky, as if the streams were where the blue sky resides. A trace of light shining through the clouds whispers to me – this hug is exclusively one of longing, and a secret that time would deign to slow down here, in our memories. I found myself in the world of mountains and rivers from your brushes and strokes, searching for your signs.