Sorrow and thoughts are like the rain and snow, because they are huge and equal. They fall on everyone and dissolve everyone's differences. They provide people with a very specific sense of spaciousness, a realization of how alone they are.
This is my story, whether it is a coincidence or not, it is hard to look back. How lonely people are, how vain love is. I believe that the world will become a better place, but I don't believe in love.
So you see, the human heart is the cheapest and most precious thing in the world.
My story is not exciting. If I take off the puppet of sin, what will be left?
Fortunately, you are here.