The light of the flowing firefly is intermittent, and it lights up and goes out within a foot. How lonely is it? The fireflies flew by in a flash, and finally melted into the vast night. Mikazuki Munechika watched the honey-golden light getting darker and darker, and suddenly remembered this haiku. "I'm getting older, grandpa just wants to understand now." He closed his crescent-moon eyes. Don't throw any tantrums, the author is almost dying of guilt! ! ! Demining: 1. OOC is present, 2. No (the author himself decides the outline like a storm). 2. Due to irresistible practical factors, the update is slow, please be cautious before jumping into the trap. 3. During the revision period, new little angels are invited to choose the modified version to watch (a big thank you to all the little angels who are waiting for me, because you are still here)
