I don't know much about the universe, life, birth, and metaphysical theories. I just wiggle so that everyone can see my daily life and my emotions comfortably, and I feel comfortable even when I see them. Everyone lives thinking about how to live, what to do, and how to live well. Her sense of responsibility... Since I am also her, I want to do something that can comfort everyone's sor-rows and wounds with a calm heart. Countless books contain the complex minds of modern people, but they mean a time to communicate and achieve the whole through the doors to ex-press their solitude and life and open their minds in a well-organized order. I want to give com-fort as if I were looking at a distant landscape with a pictorial paper color and feeling. I want the rest that books give me, the rest that trees give me, the scenery, and the viewer in it to have room for me alone.
The cover is decided by numerous cuts and worries about when it will end. All works seem to have been made as simple as that, but as a product of my worries, I present precious and selfish times that I can never say lightly and should not.