When life comes to an end, can it be possible to make things clear again?
Will the obsession that I dared not touch when I was young still have my long-cherished wish come true one day?
"The Nightingale" is a long lily novel that I have long resented. But the setting was not pleasing to the eye, so I never really started writing it.
In order to get a feel for it, I tried the script version and asked my friends in the club to try it out, and it was okay. Save it now, you'll have a chance to dig in later
Intention: When life comes to an end, can it be possible to make things clear?
Secret Records of Picking Flowers