I've always wanted to be homeless, but the thought of hobbling around with tons of belongings was terrifying.
In fact, I know that it's not that I can't let go of these things, it's just that a comfortable life can easily anesthetize people, numbing your nerves like a poppy.
I know I will regret it when I grow old. I put my hope in the next life just like I put my hope in this life in my previous life.
So I'm going to shamelessly find someone to accomplish my impossible, properly speaking, my lack of courage.
Wandering is just a symbol, what I really gave up was a young and frivolous dream.
I admit that I am cowardly. Which of us is not a common person?