I want to be a woodcutter and keep company with the mountains and forests. When you cross the desire eye, you will become an outstanding person. If you are content with what you have, you will never be disgraced. If you know how to stop, you will never be ashamed. Those who know me say that I am worried; those who do not know me say that I want nothing.
I just want to live this life quietly, as clear as water and as calm as clouds. But fate has arranged it this way. Power, politics, conspiracy, love... Are like a dense net, leaving me with nowhere to escape. But, after experiencing so much, am I still the same person? Can it still be the same me?