Going round and round, in the end a person is doomed to be lonely. I don't want the people I meet, the people I miss, and the people waiting for me in the future. I miss the turmoil of the mortal world and dare not face one's loneliness because I am not brave enough. You are all passers-by in my life, and I can treat you gently, but now I want to be alone, so I ask you to leave.
I would like to disappear with the wind, leaving no trace, forget me.
Intention: the journey of finding oneself