I'm suffocating and Tokyo doesn't sleep

I'm suffocating and Tokyo never sleeps
The story of the book is:
I watch the city's robotic programmers from my narrow bedroom window, with dreams of attending those prestigious universities, dreams that haunt us like ghosts.
Tokyoites wear the same faces, the same fake smile.
The degree and inclination of the bow to greet one another are the same, no more or less than one degree.
In the little glass house I built for my beloved flowers and roses, secret conversations take place and stories are told. Each one of them tells the other her legend and the stories she has witnessed and heard.
I hide from them so they don't notice my presence, and I record everything that goes on between them in my notebook. Dawn always comes and I don't realize how much time has passed since I stood here in this corner. The conversations and stories that the flowers and roses told were not happy at all; they are like thorns with their pain.
The book contains a mix of myths, stories, and texts collected by Al-Bastaniya to share with the reader, telling them about the dark side of unfulfilled happiness, about disappointments and betrayals whose wounds never heal, and about those human relationships that do not reach the heavens.
In brief, about the definition of pain in its many aspects, which are depicted by the thorns sticking out from their branches, leaving a prick and a mark on the finger that touches them, and a hidden pain.
From every garden a flower and from every garden a thorn
Twenty-one thorns documented by the gardener in her notebook, in which she proved that pain is a universal language that is not limited to the poor only, but rather transcends all social classes that humans have created through their ignorance.