It was as if her heart was being sliced by some blunt instrument, and it was so painful. It had been many years. She still clearly remembered those nights more than ten years ago. Two taciturn children, each holding a flute, sitting under the pear tree in the yard, blowing silently. The moonlight is cool, the pear blossoms are like snow, and the sound of the flute is reverberating. That picture is forever frozen in her mind...