"I love this world so much"
As he murmured like this, he raised an intoxicating smile, and his eyes were filled with tiny glimmers that were probably caused by the deflection of countless neon lights.
The man's face was filled with a hazy yet silky light, and his expression was happy and peaceful.
It's extremely contradictory, but it couldn't be more suitable for him.
Even though the gentleness of the silent words climbed up my spine bit by bit, the harsh sourness suddenly tore through the depth and suppressed my throat mercilessly.
Are you about to burst into tears?
As if to prove the common sinking of the sunset, like a naughty child, he playfully jumped up onto the rusty railing, closed his eyes, and fell straight back without warning. There was no building under his feet to cover up the pure and empty beauty of the evening.
Some eagerly leaned up, and the bird's black wings swayed in the wind, falling continuously, thin and fragile.
Then, it happened to be annihilated by a piece of red orange in mid-air.
...
"... Why do I still really exist in this world?"
"Dazai Osamu", also known as Tsushima Shuji, or perhaps D-kun, was born in one of the three thousand worlds.
But it doesn't matter to him what the name is, right? After all, he is smart and can easily tell which one is his title.
Those feelings of loneliness and youthfulness that need to be revealed by people's exploration are wrapped up with the maturity that has not grown up, wandering in the era when prosperity has faded.
The so-called extreme sensibility is ruthlessness, and it just so happens that he can always bring this trait to its fullest.
#The emotion of separation is the safest distance, please feel free to prove it.
Intention: I have already prepared for a future where I cannot find the meaning of living in my life.
