The story was supposed to be a romance, but it was a pity that the wrong setting was chosen.
In such a war and chaos, I hope you will allow me to live forever, but it is such an extravagant hope.
I looked at him and thought that you are such a good-looking and unattractive man, you don't know and don't care, your soul is out of body.
I often imagine that in that small room with lights like beans, you read yellow scrolls, look at the world, and drink tea alone.
Occasionally, do you remember that such a person is gone in this mortal world?