Grandpa — is he going to die now?
How sad.
It’s the world that’s pitiable.
If the one who looks disappears, you and this world will all disappear too.
From my point of view, that’s how it is.
And I can only see things from my own position.
I really can never see the back of my own head.
A child who grew up in an unfortunate home and a child who grew up in a happy home—
would they look at the world the same way?
No one truly knows what this world really looks like.
Humans have such vivid imaginations.
Even though we’ve never really seen the Earth or the universe, we accept photos as if they’re vividly real.
Maybe we’re all nothing more than frogs in a well.
Each of us lives in our own world.
I really don’t know you.
You and this world exist only inside my world.
