This is a fairy tale that describes the love story of a fairy who was born and died in early autumn.
It was a kind of confusion. With this haziness of love, she died at the beginning, never understanding it again.
It was a demon with a newborn pure soul, but he died under the persecution of evil justice, and was caught in a trap called gentleness without even knowing it.
In a short year, she had seen all the glitz and strife in this world, from an extreme state to final destruction, and she was willing to do so.
She has only been dead for a year, and I can see how the leaves in that autumn turned yellow one by one, as if she couldn't stop missing her.
It had only been one year, and the person she loved never really cared about her. She was just a demon, nothing more than that.
Born in such an autumn, but died in such a beginning.
Fortunately, or unfortunately.
Who knows