Before Everything

　　I never thought that one day I would actually use this notebook. For someone who idles away all day, whose only chance to write is signing receipts when paying bills, to suddenly be so busy that my brain can’t keep up—it’s actually something to be happy about. But for some reason, I can’t bring myself to smile at all.

　　The reason I’m writing this is because I hope the things I’ve experienced can be clearly recorded. Because they are so unbelievable, so complicated, I just hope everything can be restored in this notebook, just like the origins of these events, just like everything else.