The world is thin, people are evil, and flowers tend to fall when the rain comes at dusk.
On September 29th of the 17th year of the Republic of China, I stayed in the humble house of the grinding factory in Peiping. I witnessed the domineering subordinates and the hatred of the people.
(Alias: deceased relative)
[Purely fictional! Don't take it seriously! ]
Intention: separation between friends and confidants
