Shunji is my scooter, and it is now 23 years old. When I was a child, my father rode Shunji with me on the back, and now I have become its rider. One day, I had terrible luck. As I went to get my scooter, I saw Shunji covered in bird droppings. Suddenly, all my frustration disappeared—I felt as if Shunji had taken on my misfortunes for me. This piece is a tribute to my bond with Shunji.