Today's you and yesterday's him have become the notes of the soul-destroying song. Do you want to hear it? Come, come, come, come and see the deer bell flowers I have prepared for you, come and pick a pot, and I will answer your questions. The stars that have fallen in the city are finally submerged in the hustle and bustle. No one sees or hears them. But even the lost souls know about those restless souls, their stories, and their concerns.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
