The trivial records of a scholar's life.
| Author | Language | Library | Discovery |
|---|---|---|---|
| King of Ships | Chinese | Edo |
This is my eleventh year in Japan. I have experienced a lot over the years. I came to Nagasaki in a small boat like I was escaping for my life, and now I have my own fleet.
As the saying goes, one becomes independent at 30, becomes certain of their path at 40, realizes what they should do at 50, and stops arguing with others at 60. I am now 55 years old, but can I really say I know what I am meant to do with my life?
My friends often ask me if I regret the choices I've made. My decisions were forced by the situation, so I would probably regret them now no matter what I chose. I wonder if it's because I'm getting old, but I'm dreaming about my hometown a lot recently. Life is like a hotel, and we're all guests who come and go.
I read so many poems when I was young, and I'm finally starting to understand their meaning now.
I once asked someone to inquire about my hometown, but I didn't get much good news. I just hope that I'll meet someone who still has child-like innocence from my hometown and have a long chat with them at night to feel less homesick.
My friends from Nara brought me some of their local sake, which had been treasured for many years. The day of my long journey is coming, so it is a good time to share it with old friends. It is a long way to Southeast Asia. It is thanks to the help of my old friends that the ships could be reinforced and preparations could be completed in time. What the future holds is unknown.
| Keywords | Translated keywords |
|---|---|
| Inn | Hotel |