The continuity... What makes music wonderful is the continuous beauty of its notes. Mozart once told the Emperor that he could not leave out a single note; life, too, is made up of continuous strands of DNA. When I think of that, I'm left with no choice but to accept that there exists a continuous and unstoppable thing called fate in this world. But on the other hand, if everything is decided through fate, that leads to the idea that all your hard work and happiness amount to nothing. That's the thing. That's what I ponder when I'm drawing an ode to humanity. Is there an answer to that?