This is a story about existence, about short-term loss and warm home, about the meaning of life and the gradual search for friendship.
We must believe that there will be light in darkness, just as darkness is indispensable in light.
After all, we are not duckweeds, and we do not have enough time to find the purpose and meaning of our existence.
These are some lonely little stories, fragmented, even bright with sadness and dark thoughts, but in fact they are filled with joy, just like our ordinary every day.
Complaining, laughing, crying, laughing, incredible, dark, and fantasy.
I hope you will like these simple and quiet stories. This series has no grand meaning, but is simply gentle and beautiful.
"I thought I would always be a wanderer, but I don't know when I finally found my home."
The stumbling growth, the love, hate, and sorrow experienced, the changes witnessed in things, and even the sad departure at the end, or like the protagonist of the story, finally welcomes the true home, stays for it, and never leaves.
Street of rest, street of rest, street of rest.
Is your destination also here?