This book is like a bouquet in which various stories from the last fifty years - some small, some big, some plain and some colorful - have been assembled like flowers. They may look slightly withered, but a sweet-smelling fragrance still exists in them. They have been carefully saved and decorated and are now being dedicated to you with trembling hands. I believe that even if the drops of water particles are not found in this bunch, the flowers filled with the love-mixed tear of memories will surely moisten you even today.


Please hold this bouquet.