My story and their story began in the summer of 2006, when rivers reappeared.

My story and their story began in the summer of 2006, and since then when the river reappeared the Great White Spot, I have come from afar. In the fields, in the sky, by streams, they take the green of summer, blossom gracefully, and light up hope for the river of life. For 13 years, they have been the most beautiful patron saints of rivers. Goodbye 2020, the most beautiful water dancer!