A group of children face the supernatural departure hand in hand. The wet drizzle of departure keeps on stopping. The drizzle will not stop, and the same is true for departure. Each of the six children in this article has his own timeline and story, but none of them are alive. I stopped writing for a long time because I couldn't accept that the characters I created left me one by one, but they themselves were created for leaving. Maybe this is the meaning of departure and creation.
Intention: Cherish the people around you, cherish every fate, and leave the long rainy season behind.