Preface

What kind of people are written about in this book?

This is a group of forgotten people. Sometimes our eyes can see the universe, but we cannot see the most miserable world at the bottom of society.

There is a black flame in the darkness. Only those with keen eyesight can catch it. What's so great about tasting the apples in heaven? Now I want to taste the apples in hell.

How many sleepless nights have I walked around the room, smoking, drinking, and staring at the roof in a daze. When I write, there will be a sun above my head. If not, then create one.

As far as I know, no one has yet been able to use air to give direction to our lives and provide various elements of motivation. Only a murderer or a writer seems to be able to re-absorb from life a certain amount of what they had earlier invested in life.

No language can describe a flower, but we can accurately describe some invisible and intangible things, such as darkness, happiness, love and soul. When the tears of a candle fall, they will form the shape of a stalactite, which also happens to describe a person.

There is something touching about sadness. Water is hard because of the cold, and an ice pick hanging from the eaves can kill one person; porcelain is sharper because it is broken, and a single fragment can kill many people.

Even though the windmill is gone, the wind is still there.

I write, I am God, I judge everyone and everything.
Chapter completed!