The lake, is a mirror,
and here the World,
secretly catches a glance of herself,
and, when the Wind sees her face,
she feels the shy, and
quickly cover the mirror again，
with her veil.
//Here I don’t restrict myself to the logic that the wind is actually causing the ripples that blurs the face of the World, and I think in the world of imagination, we should not be bounded just to our common sense and understanding.//