——In the end, I am a simple person.
Water, bread, books, and a wooden bed.
A castle covered in white snow, a nation whose end is visible at a glance, my descendants who are just like me.
Whether it's ideals or desires, I am a simple person.
A simple person doesn't worry, nor hesitate or fret.
A simple person remains consistent, presses forward firmly, never lost.
The simplest things are the most resilient, just like complex and prosperous civilizations that gradually vanish due to the lack of seemingly tiny, real conditions, while simple microorganisms have persisted from ancient times to the present. From the perspective of existence, humans as a species are quite a failure.
Of course, scholars always object. They always deny my and my ancestors' thoughts on 'the future' and 'continuance.' They always say that humans should continue to live as humans.
They even say that humans should accept extinction in a human manner, accept being 'destined to die.'
