She not only took an interest in my feet, but in the depths of my heart.

Good-natured people are always poor shoppers.

I am unhappy, and not only the world news is to blame.

Liking and being liked seem like the leaves of a tree rustling in the May winds.

People depend on death to be complete. While alive, they are all incomplete. Insects and small birds are perfect while they are alive, but are mere carcasses as soon as they die. They are neither complete nor incomplete, they merely return to nothing. By comparison, people are the exact opposite. The paradox of people becoming the most human because they will die seems to be valid.

September has come and so much has changed. The wind is chilly like it skimmed the pond’s surface. The insect sounds have become piercing. I’m not a poet like you and don’t have any particular feeling like my heart is about to break.

I’m a frivolous guy. Please stop frowning.

Reading compulsively is probably bad for your body.

There should always be a glint of hope when a ship sets sail.

But aren’t life and death the same? Either one is equally hard.

Tomorrow, I thought, my silent work in the garden will continue. I have no choice. I am a person with no reason to live. I know my lot. Yes, it would be great to die one day sooner. Now, I will make better use of my body and be useful by increasing food production just a little, then I will bid farewell to this world. It would be good to lighten the burden on this country. That is my path to best serve my country as a useless invalid. I want to die soon.

...no thought in the world is worse than the realization that, “My life is a nuisance to others. I am useless.”

Despair is impossible in humans. They often are deceived by hope, but are also deceived by the notion of despair.

Well, since that day, I felt as though I have been riding a huge, newly-built ship. But where is this ship going? Even I don’t know. I’m still in a dreamscape. The ship is effortlessly leaving the shore. I have a vague premonition that it is heading in an uncharted virgin course that has never been experienced by anyone in the world. But now, only the huge new ship is welcomed and advances by yielding to the mercy of a sea lane in the heavens.

Haven’t we known for a long time that it’s a mistake to attach meaning to each and every action of a person?

Now, I have a disease of the chest, but am not worried at all. I’ve even forgotten what disease is. Not only disease, I’ve forgotten everything.