Go to the End of the World

In mid-November 2015, I finally came to the end of the world, carrying a yellow and wrinkled rag doll and a radio. There was a passage on the radio that became the biggest sorrow in the world. I left it there and tried to forget everything like the rumors. As I wish, I forgot everything in the world, but forgetting you is the biggest problem that I need to solve in the future. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.