No two leaves in this world are alike - this left-behind memory hidden in the ecosystem of veins began before modernisation, flowing and echoing in the temporality between the trees rooted in the hometown, the womb and the umbilical cord, the ancestors and oral memories. Through this performance I began to sort out my non-linear memories of the past, the southern continent of East Asia, China. I found that nature has been an indispensable presence in my life since I was a child. With my corporeal experiences, I wrote down the myths told by my grandma on bed and our migration journey. In this book, I combined these ghostly memories, ethnic narratives and images in physical performance as immersive intertexts translation.