I never know how to tell this story and how to think of those people. This is our legend and my life. Those passing years, those disappearing friends, looking back many years later, I finally just smiled slightly, and when I saw the elongated shadow under the dim street lamp, I remembered that I had been living alone for a long time. A long time, a long time.
Since I can't speak, let's start with my diary. I am the person who writes stories. Listen to me and their stories, my life, like a fairy tale. (This book has a previous volume, which is a prequel to the main story. The content is not too thrilling, but there are many origins of the main story. I hope readers can read it patiently.)