The world is not over yet.
Comforted by corruption, we look at each other but cannot embrace each other. Powerless to see things and think about people, the long thoughts after the separation between life and death. All the sufferings you and I have are nothing but a drop of dust in the long river of history. I will try my best to allow you to live the rest of your life without worries.
Intention: Red beans grow in the south. When spring comes, a few branches will appear. I hope you will pick more. This is the most loved thing.