Reality is always cruel. This is an article I wrote for a friend. At the beginning, I felt that I should at least make him happy in the novel. But now I don't feel so much. I used to write it in the diary of the annual ring, but now I forgot the number, and it didn't end yet. Now I will end it here. Of course, this represents my previous point of view, but I don't want to make any changes. The ending of knowledge is different.
Intention: