I wrote a book for everyone I have truly loved. You are me. I am you.
I am the kind of person who likes myself. I just happen to be the kind of person who follows whoever likes me. In my student days, when it was sometimes dark and no light could be seen, I felt that the light shining on me looked at me first. First. Again and again. On a day when he could only take out textbooks from his schoolbag, the young man firmly took out the famous book I gave him.
Intention: first love