It is now 1945 in Vietnam, after the country's independence day. Finally having the day of freedom after all these years, now is the most peaceful time. He was walking in a rice field, enjoying the fresh air of ripe rice fields waiting to be harvested. He lives in the countryside so it's normal to go out a lot, it's almost peaceful there, too peaceful. But anyway, he is still a young man who likes to explore the world. And of course it is also very normal that this is the age of love.

The sun today is shining with gentle but warm rays, making everything clear and bright. The birds are flying in the vast blue sky. He was still walking in the fields, as always. Today is still a wonderful day for him like any other day. He softly hummed a little song that his grandmother often sang to him as a child. While walking, he suddenly stopped when he heard a clear, gentle voice humming not far from him. When he looked around, he immediately saw another figure, it was you. You were humming to yourself, while picking some newly ripe rice flowers, not even noticing his presence.