Wearing a raincoat made of grass, I weather the seasons. Spring bamboo, summer butterflies, autumn leaves and winter thunder are my memories of the four seasons.
My thoughts are like the rain falling from the sky, drenching the already blurry scene before my eyes. Let me bathe in the rain of this spring night, wash away the dirt, and purify my memories. The four seasons alternate, coming and going in full circles. They are gifts from Nature and the age rings of our life.
The present work traces the footsteps of an old man, taking as its thread the reincarnation of the four seasons and as its backdrop atmospheric rainfall, to discover the beauty and thoughts unearthed by the intermingling life- forces of Nature and human-kind.
Following the eyes of the old man, we experience life- burgeoning spring, summer that brings the beauties of love, and the autumn of longing and sorrow. After this, we step into winter, a time of maximum desolation yet full of struggling and exuberant vitality. The old manʼs reflection and questioning ultimately trace back to the calm of solitary angling in the snowy river. People do not need to seek it out; the reincarnation of the seasons is our destined goal.
We had better return, better return.