When Master was here, I never went down the mountain. Now that Master is gone, I don't want to stay in one place for a long time.
In the days after Master left, all I could think about was leaving with Master.
The landlady passed away suddenly, and all I could think of was running away and dying.
I didn't die, I met many people and learned many stories.
Some of these stories were relayed to me by others, and some were experienced by me personally.
I think my life is a big dream.
Going around and around, I can no longer tell what is true and what is false.
So, I write these things down and leave them for you to see.
If, you wish.
Purpose: To grow flowers from insignificance and learn to accept oneself