Postscript

Who hasn't taken advantage of the wind and waves,

Who hasn't been dusty,

Who doesn't have the impulse to be young,

Who hasn't had a dream of youth?

How many chivalrous and righteous,

Iron-blooded soft intestine,

How much is like a dream,

Flying,

With the passage of time,

All turned into a wisp of spring light.

I would like to dedicate this book to those who believe that there is love in the world, green memories and dreams of youth.