As I passed a convenience store, I saw two domestic magazines on the iron shelf outside the door and couldn't wait to run there. My hands trembled every time I turned a page, I was eager to see the next page, and was afraid that I would be disappointed.

After looking through both magazines, I put them down despondently. It would be pleasant to see a picture of him. Pitifully, it was too low-key for him, so he didn't accept any interviews. I could even recite the limited information ...