
About This Novel
People are missing out all their lives. Miss a side dish, miss a pot of sake. Miss a ray of sunshine and miss the scenery along the way. The inadvertent soft miss is completely exhausted, and it has become a void of emptiness. Only the one I missed. Like red beans that are difficult to ripen in sweet bread. After all, it's still like that.
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