On neon nights in early summer, there is always a slight sense of loss. There are many people coming and going on the road, which is a bit crowded and a bit tired. A person walks on the streets that are both familiar and unfamiliar, staring at the scenery that is both completely unfamiliar and familiar. Turning around and looking back, the time that had been carved fell to the ground with a "pop". . . Everything in the originally peaceful life has changed.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
