There are countless passers-by in life, coming and going, passing by, like a dream. Yet nothing can stay, one moment after another, like the wind blowing the wheat waves like the water in the anthill, in an instant, the destiny is born and dies. Among the three thousand passers-by, there will always be a soulmate to meet in this world and in the next. I would like to exchange countless flashy moments for an indestructible eternity and continue an immortal chapter. But, perhaps, it is only a dream. The years blown by the wind are finally filled with fallen flowers! Thank you to those who were and are with me in the most beautiful years ......

There are countless passers-by in life, coming and going, passing by, like a dream. Yet nothing can stay, one moment after another, like the wind blowing the wheat waves like the water in the anthill, in an instant, the destiny is born and dies. Among the three thousand passers-by, there will always be a soulmate to meet in this world and in the next. I would like to exchange countless flashy moments for an indestructible eternity and continue an immortal chapter. But, perhaps, it is only a dream. The years blown by the wind are finally filled with fallen flowers! Thank you to those who were and are with me in the most beautiful years ......