When there is no one in the middle of the night, I am ecstatic and tired, but this is not a day too dark, but my heart is sleepless, but I don't stop, but I listen to the sound of heaven that lingers in my ears, just because my heart is often filled with compassion, and this panic feeling also arises, and the memories that flow like flowing water are frequently overflowing.

Where has time gone, where has youth gone, where has love gone, where have people gone, where am I now?

I couldn't listen to music all my life, but since I learned that the name of the saxophone song I often heard in the afternoon after school when I was a student was "Coming Home", I often had a special emotion for this tune, I often listened to it, and then thought about the things that had been going on for a long time.

Suddenly, I remembered that many people who had added a color and a wonderful thing to my life had gradually disappeared, or they had forgotten the bits and pieces of my acquaintance, and who else would burst out when they saw my words

"Hey, isn't this something that happened to you and me at such and such a time and in such and such a place, do you remember...... "Really, I am the only one who knows that the poems and essays I have written and other stories hidden behind them, and I am suddenly missing, not that I feel sad and uncomfortable, but I just miss it, I really miss it."

But I, O I, will still silently bless and pray that the spell of happiness will always work for those who have appeared in my life, because I am so...

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Essay] 47: The blessing spell is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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