The blooming years are like a play with changes, like a play of dreams, and a play of cruelty.
The suddenly clear life is made up of many stories, large and small.
Without a story, there is no meaning.
No matter what kind of story it is, it is worth remembering.
A person who blends in with the crowd, a person who likes to read stories, and a person who likes to tell other people's stories, I would like to share with you the little stories of me and my friends with an ordinary and calm heart.