A World Where Maple Leaves Drift Away

It is dark and unclear, seeing the near but not the far. Wandering in the world, where will I go as a dead soul? The dark corners are the driving force of my life. The smell of blood will always be buried. Invisible and intangible, after a lifetime, there is nothing left, only an insubstantial soul is still watching each other. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.