Young students, who among you has never gazed up at the endless night? There are so many specks of dust, and so few stars. We cannot stop the flowers from falling, but spring comes again to the woods before the ailing tree. May every act of kindness be repaid, and may all who struggle through the endless night return with a starlit sky of their own.
To the youth we will one day leave behind!
This book is dedicated to the brave who fight against reality.
