When I was not born, the fortune teller said that I should be a 'spoon' with a handle, but by some strange combination of circumstances, I turned out to be a 'bowl'.
But I don't like to wear skirts, and I don't like to have long hair.
When it was twenty-eight, the fortune teller again said that I should marry late. If I inquired carefully, I might not get married after thirty-five.
I don't want to be blamed for this stupid thing!
I was born as a fairy in the wind, but unfortunately I fell into this world. Pay off the grudges and go back, and not leave half of them in the world.
Intention: Life is a longing, and we say goodbye to each other in this fleeting time.