In March, people come back to the mountains. Heard that the mountains are now different, heard the mountain is no longer the same. But still holding the hope, just another person speak up. But the reality is more severe than the rumor, I go through the corner of the familiar do not get familiar. Coffee cups are now familiar as strange, the old scene is no longer, coffee is lighter than the old. March in a small room, in a corner of a small tavern, cloak in a hill. There is a window looking out to the mountain, waking up and drowning, its first job is to pull the curtains; out there is blind or sunny; There is sun on the hill; There was a man there, and there was gold in the hills; or out there blind, eye to try to find the ball across the hill. Is there a blindness or sunshine out there? March has a child with a sudden companion, from the mountain town of noisy to go to Y Rat. The Hoang Lien Pass to the tur...