There is always a boring time. The girl trapped in the grid sits in front of the window and looks back at the time. She has been sad and happy, but there is only one person missing to record it. The youth who was tortured by the "second grade" in the youth and frivolity, who quietly caught the sunset before it set. So I moaned carelessly in the alley of the hometown of time. Recording a little story that I thought.
Concept: Monologue: The unspeakable negative energy, only one's own rental cabin in the middle of the night, the loneliness of being penetrated by darkness and unable to enter the light is still a struggle of one person. The darkness and badness that cannot be shown in front of you have no one to tell you in the dark night. Why not open this novel and be your best healing partner and best confidant in the dark night, illuminating the cold cabin and warming your decadent heart.