I want to ask you if you still remember my name? When the sea of people rises and recedes several times, those years, those things, that period of crazy, passionate and romantic days - it seems like a world away. You say that carps in the mortal world are all gaudy, but I - after all, I am also a dust in the gaudy world. You came here for a while and I miss you for a lifetime. Why is it so irrational?