People, with their movements, seem simple, but they are also contradictory.
This is what I call a lovely person.
Because of the contradiction, there is joy.
Walking through desolation, walking through prosperity, walking through spring flowers and autumn moon...
These real little accidents around me eventually became my little stories.
In the long years, looking back;
We may burst into laughter, we may laugh or cry, or we may burst into tears.
I write this to those lovely and contradictory people who have accompanied me through the fleeting years, or whom I feel deeply for.