The nightingale sings in the thorns. She was pierced in the heart, but she still sings for the dawn not far away.
In the lonely last years, in the flames of war and smoke, in destruction and survival, in the hopeless thorns, the nightingale sings and the roses are stained with blood.
The old tree whispers for the nightingale who cannot see the dawn.
Inspired by Oscar Wilde's "The Nightingale and the Rose"
wasteland survival style
I want to write about the love between two people, and I also want to write an epic of this era.
So, I still weaved a beautiful dream belonging to the two of them.
I struggled between reality and fairy tales, trying to give a sweet dream to those who were sinking in the quagmire.
I don't know how to define a female protagonist × a calm, sensitive but gentle male protagonist (roughly?)
I want to be a person who can describe your life at your funeral, without the magnificent vows of eachother or the tender words of love. ——"I want to be a person who can describe your life at your funeral"
The Buddhist system is updated once a week. If not, it is just a matter of chance.
If you don't like it, don't enter, the author has a glassy heart.
In fact, as I was saving the manuscript, I discovered that it might be a story for everyone. I... Didn't I just want to write about a sweet love story?
Intention: I probably want to write a love story.
