It was almost 8 o'clock in the evening, and the sunset in New Zealand was very late in early summer. It was still bright at this time, but the afterglow of the setting sun could be slightly captured from the distant house and the clouds in the sky. The location is on the long Tasman coastline, on the way back from Okurukuru to New Plymouth, an unknown seaside pasture with a large green lawn. There is only one character, or in other words, only one, the white horse of the godly horse, glancing at me from afar, and approaching me in small steps curiously, from serious looking, to deep thinking, to slowly turning around, Finally left a proud and independent back. In this situation, I couldn't help but think of the sentence, "The gap between the world of life, like a white horse, suddenly disappears."