One day a windflower bloomed suddenly in the void and disappeared after dancing for a while. The coming and going of life is like a windflower. To be alive is already a favor. It is a vacant truth, facing with black and white. It is beautiful to become itself as in the course of looking for the good in order to become one thing. People can be happy in the life born alone and left alone because there is a hometown to return to and a friend to accompany. Where is the hometown to return to, and who is a friend to accompany?—that is a question rising someday. As each flower's color is different, an answer to life varies according to each person. People have to find the key to the secret approaching closer to the mysterious life by themselves because the key to the secret varies multifariously with the times and wise men's instruction. What is the secret of the mysterious life that nobody teaches though everybody wants to know while alive?