There was also a time when he rode up to Kyoto with his angry horses in bright clothes and paraded through the city in a show of arrogance. In the youth of life, when everything has not yet reached its final chapter, when the heart has not yet been infected by the wind and dust of the years, when the green mountains have not yet been covered by dusk snow, who has not been arrogant and wanton? But in the end, time has crushed the world of mortals, only replacing the beautiful face with white hair, allowing everyone to grow in the pain. From then on, those youthful years became memories. Some things are like the heat rising in this cup. At first glance, it seems confusing, and everything seems unclear. But a long time later, when everyone in the cup was completely cold, I went back and looked at it, only to find that it was nothing more than that.