If possible, I would like to be a storyteller and tell you this story
A fairy tale that is not very beautiful
The boy stood on the cliff and looked into the distance
"Want to go?"
"Of course"
The young man cut off the thorns on his body, and his bright eyes were swallowed by darkness at this moment
"Are you willing to do so?"
"..." The young man paused and gave a decent smile, "It's all over."
Then jump down
Only the nameplate on my hand is left
Intention: Towards the prosperous age in my heart