Walking randomly in the endless forest, I felt the silence that I had never experienced before. With the faint roadways and the sound of rivers, the homogeneous landscape around me was approaching me unceasingly, towards the unknown space. As Heidegger said, "Real roaming has no levee to anticipate... Mountain Road... It gathers steps, it loads, it loads on it, it transfers everything from it to its place." When I gaze at the forest, I feel the distance and strangeness of the city life. My thoughts wandered between trees and streams, fantasizing about another self-growing between forests and lakes. Birds’ songs, water's sound and the roar of trees deep in the forest gather around, which makes the forest more secluded. With its quiet breath, things in between become more distinct.