"Do you know who you are? No I don't. I am still searching Within the deep ritual song Within the bottles around the corner Searching for the blurred images, which used to be tamed, which used to be called "Fan". Do you know your ancestor's footprints? No I don't. I am wandering Wandering from plains in to the woods, from the woods to the Forbidden Ages, from the Forbidden Ages into history. The illusive history floating in the Dayuan island, whose owner's names flowing into the sea with the changes of regimes Do you know those arrogant Rulers? I do, I know them so well. Giving you alien names, giving you gums, carving up your land. We lost our names, land and selves. Now, we arms ourselves with pens, write our own stories. Longing for our stories strolling around the fallen kapok, swimming through the stone tifal weirs. Listen! The tides bring our names back. The names of Taiwanese Plains Indigenous Peoples. Do you hear that?" — Pingpu Youths #TAIWANder #TAIWANventures #TIARAvelDiaries