How do you, who has always been in high spirits, understand the pain of loss?
How do you, who always have everything, understand the loneliness when you are alone?
If nothing is lost, how can one gain it?
Without loneliness, how can we have possessions?
We are abandoned children
In the wind and rain, we depend on each other closely
Find yourself in each other's warmth
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It was a stupid novel I wrote when I was a child. Since it was my debut novel, the revision did not change the general plot, but only the text.
Now it looks like a fool's errand. Don't like to enter by mistake.
Conception: