These lines are the scars of my heart's pleasures and pains. She was a goddess of disaster who blew away the watery fire in those scars with her fan of disaster. If only I hadn't looked at her with all these blows. My dream girl wouldn't have danced her way up to the sky with poetry. Although I have seen her only a few times, she is forever walking in the palace of my heart like a decorative dancer. I will keep that dance going on in all my births. The poetry of this book is the sublime that I brought her to life from my heart to my arms and browsed through my pen.

She could biologically belong to anyone. But the dream heroine belongs to my imagination. I will never thank her enough. Because how can I say thank you to the sweet inside of me who mingled with my dreams....