Is there a kind of profoundness that, even after many years and finally disappearing in the passage of time, is still as clear as before? . . . . .
I don't know how this story will begin, nor how it will end. I only know that the final outcome will not develop according to the trajectory we imagined.
When I left my hometown alone and went to a university that was the envy of everyone. Almost at the same time, I made the best of everything.
It's just that over the years, my efforts have been just to forget a memory that I have hidden very deeply. It is a wound in my heart that will never scab.
And that memory:
For them, it may be just a corner of the wilderness.
It's as profound to me as yesterday
Other works include "Phantom of the World", "Smoke Falls", "That year, the sun was so bright that I couldn't open my eyes", and "Vampire". Actually, I didn't think about the last name.
Intention: