Wandering in the town, we imagine the charm of historic buildings, and the beauty and sadness in the ancient times. Listening to the song the bondage of a small town, we begin to have a taste of the legacy from old things without knowing it ourselves. We depart from creativity to weaving exciting stories. From everyday life, we discover trivial things like wormwood that is simple but elegant and fragrant. Let’s go on a small trip, to travel freely from following particular paths set by others. Pick up our backpacks, and go.