Life is like a bird's footprint on the snow, said an ancient poet.
Yet it is not the same as a man's footprint.
Footprints are roads.
When we have a road, its nowhere we can't go.
And this is the new insight from a new country.
What is life like?
Seems to be a bird's footprint.
She would left her mark on the snow,
And gone without caring her direction.