Life in a sense is very stagnant. The survival of the one-handed, mechanical Life's endeavor to avoid trouble is life. A game where the rank of defeat is in the rank of the rank. Yet it is fortunate to survive! At least people have a chance to be happy, to share in sadness. Sometimes there is a chance to be grateful to nature. It is like this: the silver moon, the clouds being swept away, the wind blowing, the woods stirred, the sleeping mountains standing on the sky, the calmness of meditation, the silence of the mysterious beauty of the mysterious eyes - these are all lucrative, Oh, what a sweet! The head comes in gratitude. But one day it will run away from the life, the time will come to an end. Ah, if you had never died!