I have been indebted to too many people.
Because of me, many have suffered greatly.
The pain they will endure in the future is immeasurable.
In my remaining days, I will only be a burden to others.
My health is failing, and I can do nothing.
I can neither read books nor write.

Do not grieve too much.
Is not life and death both just a part of nature?

Do not feel sorry.
Do not blame anyone.
It is fate.

Cremate me.
And leave only a very small tombstone near home.
It is an old thought.

May 23, 2009, dawn.