‘Make you unique, the crowds of people are like the tide, one wave after another, moving forward slowly but firmly. Some people put their hands together, some people silently recite their wishes. It is a ribbon woven from countless desires, wrapping around Mazu’s sedan chair and heading south. A “Wherever you go, I will follow you.” That is not a vow, but the natural direction of the heart. She is the goddess of wind and rain, and the light on the waves. Wherever it passes, it is like the light passing gently, like the first breeze in the morning light. The smoke rises from the incense stick, wisps like silent prayers. Circling in the air, like the breathing of a lotus, like the whisper of a mother. Indivual’ – Noseway (Translated)
