For nearly ten years I've strolled about my veranda
looking over the flickering lights of Funabori, Edogawa Ward.
Sometimes they are warm and nice, ever consoling my
loneliness. But sometimes they show a different face, cynical
and unforgiving, looking deep into my heart to examine if i'm a
true humanbeing or not. They ask me " How can you behave as
if you're a victim of love all the time? Look how many women
have you made miserable because of your vain, immature and
stupid mind !" This is certaily a hard blow to me because I have
nothing to defend myself.
My second self whispers to me " It's time to give up a common
desire for love, since you're incapable of conssumating whatever
people call love." How soon will I become a man who has no fancy
for the other sex or for any form of romance !?