I Guess There Are No Bullets in Your Gun

I know that this work may eventually be lost in the vast sea of ​​books, because I know that I cannot measure the world with the power of writing, but I still want to stubbornly illuminate this story that has been lingering in the depths of my memory for many years, the story of an omniscient young man who knows all the answers in the world, a story that I yearn for. If one person sees it, even if it eventually falls silent, that to me is an absolute success. At this moment, I solemnly seal this clumsy heart and dedicate it to me who was hiding in the corner of the bookstore reading a book when I was eighteen years old. I also dedicate it to you, my dearest friend, who is holding this book in your hands at this moment. The stars will remember that we met through words.