The depth of the forest is a mystical space for me. There is a small span of primal woodland next to a busy street I walk past often. On a quiet night, you can hear the susurrus of insects from this enchanting little space; it reminds me of the fact that people still imagine a rabbit living in the moon, and I have always been very interested in this kind of mysterious atmosphere which triggers people’s feelings and imagination. Therefore, I am following up on the exploration of observation and imagination in my earlier work, “When I Look at the Moon,” by delving into the space of the woodland. At the end of the video, the beautiful taillights of the busy traffic seems to shine ambiguously upon the boundary between reality and myth…