The age is often likened to the season. Which season am I living in? I could recognize my season from my losing my elasticity. But even if my hair becomes white and my body feels heavier, I have no regrets because I live as a stranger heading my heavenly home. Looking at my thickened forearms and sagging chin fat, I miss my hometown, which is getting closer and closer. Naturally, I flow along the creator’s time and then leaves this land.