Your birth, and your death. Looking back at everything, it's like a fate that has already been arranged. I have never lived for myself. Your explanation is your quibble. Your reluctance is your willfulness. Nine times out of ten, all living beings will be unhappy. Why is it that there is only one thing that is right? What went wrong?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
