In the season when the Chimonanthus blossoms, I stand by the sea alone. The sea breeze blows my veil. I look at the sea in the distance, and my mind drifts far and far.

In recent years, I have been wandering around like a ghost without a soul. Wherever I go, I am.

When my mother died, my heart seemed to be hollowed out. Although I still had relatives, I had no face to see them. Perhaps they would take me in, but they would not forgive me.

No one will forgive, a woman who killed her father...

I live a hard life with some money left by my mother....