Without any warning, the deep water of the night came rolling in. From then on, a color and a taste were missing from the memory.
I am like a sunflower, growing towards the light, with mud rolling under my feet. Walking around in circles, I couldn't notice that the sun had already set.
I fell asleep crying like a child, despairing in the midnight darkness, and put on a smiling white mask when I woke up.
A certain definition called "responsibility" gradually covered my sunshine, and I couldn't find it in the darkness.
To the direction.
The white mask seemed to be broken.
Click.
Split in half.
—Sawada Tsunayoshi