This is a movie about searching and losing. Two threads intertwine and form the whole of the story. One of which is about my husband, a man from a Ji family in Muzha Village, Neimen Township. He could be a descendent of Pingpu tribe, but neither he nor his family remembers their origin. A look at a few of old pictures of Pingpu people sent him off to the search of his origin. However distant our origin is, we spend our whole lives pursuing disorientated nostalgia, because the homesickness is the ultimate representation of one’s own self-esteem, no matter how vague the image of homeland is in our mind. The other is about the tragedy in which Xiaoling Village, one of the few places in Taiwan comprehensively preserving Pingpu culture, was destroyed overnight during the Typhoon Morakot disaster. In an attempt to restore Pingpu culture through audio and visual media, I set off on a journey of searching. Not willing to let this part of history be wiped out in the catastrophe, I tried to record the trauma and sorrow of the locals to produce a documentary. While many are still stuck in post-disaster trauma, we try to extend the time and observe the rising and falling of life and the cycle of the nature, so that we can walk out of sadness and realize the ever-changing nature and wisdom of life.