(Short story + fantasy city + emotion, it is not an ordinary city, it is not rebirth, it is not a refreshing novel, so be careful when entering it.)
Reality, illusion.
No one pays attention to the lives of people living at the bottom. This is indeed what I think. Rather than being oppressed by life, it is better to leave.
My family had all left me, my life was in chaos, and I wasted my time immersed in the paralysis of alcohol.
Actually, my life is like the excrement produced by birds in the sky. It falls from a high place and splashes on the ground. No one will pay attention because everyone thinks it is extremely dirty.
When I chose to leave this world, I met a girl on the rooftop.
And she only has a few years left to live, but she cannot die through normal means. Even if she seeks death, she will be resurrected.
She lives on the edge of death all the time.
Suicide notes, last wishes, hope for death, despair, joy, revenge, fear of separation, fear of death, gifts, renunciation of death, these are intertwined.
No one will look at your glory, some just hope that your life will be worse than theirs, and they will remember your bad things.
But everyone has the right to pursue their own happiness.
I pursue this truth even when I fall in love with someone whose life span is shortened.
This is a mistake.
It was also a wall that was split open.
Eventually, I jotted down my notes for the world to laugh at.
Very interesting, logical and exciting.