A song of prosperity and loneliness, gently opening up the longing for a mirage, like smoke curling up, illusory and misty.
Once upon a time, I took up writing and forgot about it, just writing poems for old friends, but now.
When the song ends and everyone disperses, the prosperity seems to have ended for you,
I'm in an old dream, waiting to return home, my head turns white
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
