Introduction:
I am just one of thousands of travelers, I am just walking on the journey. One chapter is about the past, and the other is about a story.
The author has something to say: I am as literary and artistic as ever, what a pity! The author himself is actually a hidden crook.
This is an essay I wrote more than two years ago. It's rare that I remember it, so I'll post it for a look.
Of course, this is not about love or anything, it is just a collection of essays and a storage place for poems.