We are always thinking; if the people rushing on the journey to Kyushu were all men, then how heavy would the hurried footsteps be? If an inn with fine wine and the fragrance of fine wine was set up under the ancient pine tree, and a soft and quiet female voice was heard, would the fierceness of the journey become peaceful?
Men and women are different, just like hydrogen and oxygen combined to form water droplets, chasing waves in the long river of life.
However, when a man has evil thoughts about a woman, can the water around them still be clear?