The distant hometown and the deceased relatives are vivid and vivid in the memories, every flower, every tree, every smile is vivid.
The years that have passed by in confusion, the present that is powerless. The little bits and pieces of memories left are precious...
Such dull days left me trapped in a gray area, unable to move forward or retreat.
Only the carefree bastard living under the protection of his parents deep in his memory is supremely happy.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
