Paradise

Before I understood what a real novel was, I wrote this story when I was very young. I wrote a sad story and left it in all sorts of places. I didn't add a note or mark it, but I still remember why I wrote it. At the time, I had just returned from the orphanage. There, I saw the ground covered in wisteria blossoms, cleared countless weeds, heard the birds' soft singing, and received a sincere smile from an elderly passerby. And then I felt very sad. * Dedicated to the elderly residents of that orphanage. May you be well, and may the world be peaceful and beautiful. Theme: