This time passed day by day, and it was said. So it is for a day, so it is for a year, so it is for ten years, so it is for a hundred years. In the past, I have entered a kind of void world, and I want to see it again,

This time passed day by day, and it was said. So it is for a day, so it is for a year, so it is for ten years, so it is for a hundred years. In the past, I have entered a kind of void world, and I want to see and touch it, but it is like a world away. And what can remain in the heart is only warm memories. Even if it used to be bitter, bitter, and hot, it has become insignificant, the past is the past, and no matter how it passes, it is like a dream. When you wake up from a dream, in addition to reminiscing, how to be, how to be, as long as your eyes are open, you must always look at what should be seen, listen to what should be heard, say what should be said, in a word, as usual, as before. In this way, every day is a festival of life and an auspicious day of life.