I don't know when I fell in love with writing. I like to use words to explain my mood. I always thought that I was a sentimental woman, and I am indeed a lonely woman. I like the loneliness of a person, but I am more afraid of the loneliness of a group of people. It is not a group of lonely people but me alone among a group of people. I thought I would write earth-shattering words, I thought I would sing a departure song with howling ghosts and gods. I wrote like crazy, and I used up all my sorrow. After all, I did not write a fascinating departure song. My life remained calm without a trace of ripples, and the nonsense every sentence eventually turned into piles of waste paper.