The previous nineteen years I had lived in a blur, with people around me coming and going. Many people passed away at an age when I didn't understand anything. It makes me sad every night when I think about them.
This can be regarded as a record-keeping essay.
It may not only be nineteen years, but there will also be things that will happen in the future, and I will record my dreams.
Anyway, it's a bit of a mess. This book does not accept criticism and guidance, because it is about mood and other things, and it is mainly written for myself to read.