A piece of grass, the messy things encountered in the process of cultivating immortality.
Because of the author, the text is a bit white, but white enough. ． ． ． ．
My days are ordinary, so I write whatever comes to my mind.
No war, no scheming, no entrepreneurship. ． ． ．
There are no ups and downs in the story, just a running account of ordinary days.
Well, take a look and smile. Oh K, that's it----
Take a look for yourself. Thank you very much if you can leave a message. Thank you even more for collecting it.
It may be a trap, so enter with caution. However, I will try my best to fill it in. It's a matter of time! ＾0＾
Intention:
Wow, eleven years ago hh
There are no comments, it's not normal