In that country, you will never be alone. In the whirlpool and nightmare of the night, at the entrance of the dark tunnel, a little light shines. The cold air passes through the huge school uniform jacket, which is a bit cold. The two of us hold hands, and at 3:30 in the morning, the rooster crows and the bells ring in the distance.
They said you were a bad boy. I didn't believe it. You climbed over the campus wall and walked to the tunnel regardless of the bruises on your knees. I asked you where you were going, and you said you could go anywhere. Then you held my hand and didn't even know my name. You looked into my eyes and said thank you for the wine you brought. It was very delicious.
You would cry, and you would cry all night until your eyes were swollen and you could not open them. You looked like a monster. In my brown palms, your little hands were cold and as hard as strange rocks. Finally, we came to a bridge, in the green swamp of the swamp. When you spoke, the first thing you said was thank you: Thank you. Thank you, thank you for accompanying me so late at night to relax. I said that we both couldn't stop walking north. You said it was great and I just wanted to keep walking with you. It was just the two of us, you and me. They couldn't find us and finally forgot about us. It was just you and me who walked all the way to the North Pole... ...
But soon it was daybreak, and you fell asleep in my arms. There were flashlights of the search and rescue team and the sirens of police cars everywhere, and I heard you saying in a daze: I can't escape...
I said it's okay, I'm here, after all, monsters can only be friends with monsters...