The only things I loved in my life were rulers, grass and trees, and cherry blossoms. As for the song feast, farewell to the world of history, I am physically present but my mind is far away, and I am still shocked when I set foot on it. This is a pity, needless to say. It's laughable. However, how can the love and heart's desires be spoken by others again? Because of this, he is a man of few words and a solitary person in the mountains and rivers. He does not know how many years he has been away from the human world.
All I wish for in my life is to dream with you in front of the lamp and smell the cherry blossoms in the sunset. I think you are not here, with nowhere to look and nowhere to carry. Who can I tell you even though I am writing a book?