The beautiful scenery of the good time that I wrote on the composition back then, and the beautiful scenery of the good time that I wrote out with a printer many years later. What happened during this period, what was gained and what was lost?
When public opinion, disease, fear, and deception surround us, what do you think we should do? Should we be defeated or should we hold each other tightly and whisper to each other?
"There are still beautiful moments in this world."