Nanaasaya

In this faint morning light, In this milky white mist, I just want to be a casual walker. I love to see the dew on the grass blades on the roadside, I love to hear the cheerful laughter in my blurred vision. The clear night, It reflects the silvery time like water. The shadows in memory are painted white, They no longer pretend to be innocently beautiful. However, too many people have no time to forget, There are too many things to count in detail. I can only indulge in the sad beauty. I love, the freest breath after this light night. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.