To Kanas long-distance car, have a look lonely young people, forced to hold a violin box, not people, who do not know what he was doing, he is the forest fuel, frustrated composer. To Kanas, because the local people enthusiastic, forest fire to find a home near the lakeside cabin, to live down the forest fire did not like the general tourists eager to scenic spots but open the instrument case, violin, listen to the voice recognition of his efforts, but there are always some be rather baffling sound interference his attention, gloomy forest burning like mad to the lake. The lake water is quiet, but that is not going to be rather baffling sound. Early in the morning, forest fire alone into the lake forest, seems to be looking for what, extreme peace woods let him have a soothing, but he does not know, a pair of strong eyes staring at his every act and every move. Forest fire found wrong, the woods full of mystery, flickering light, he was afraid, hurried out to go, but I always walk not to come out.