There is always a difference between reality and ideals. Everyone has had their own dreams. Most people have forgotten it over time, but there are still a few people who persist. I return to reality, but occasionally I think of dreams, so there is truth and falsehood. Everything about reality is here, but when I write it here, it is already in my dream.
In reality, we have too many concerns. I hope that in the process of writing my article, all the resonances can stay. We have never met, but we have similar experiences. I hope this book can become a pure land, removing the tedious and noisy things, and leaving only the beautiful things we can remember. I want to find a group of people like me and return to reality, but I miss those ethereal thoughts occasionally.