A short story about Ahai.
Realistic but not realistic. But how do you know that what we are in and what you see is reality?
Simple, ordinary, meeting is fate.
"I know this world is as short-lived as dew, but, yet."
The author writes this out of love, and just hopes that the story he writes can resonate with people.
In fact, the author didn't have much hope for this. _(:з∠)_
In short, it would be an honor and a miracle for the author if any readers read this article.
Purpose: Pay tribute to the world