The sun and the moon are rushing, the dew is clear,
How much time can a person have in his life to stay in his own quiet and uninhabited space?
Sadness and joy follow one's nature, wasted years?
A girl goes from a maid to a boss, from a deep house to a gangster. What does she lose and what does she gain?
From a daughter to a social butterfly, to whom did she give her sincerity?
Time leaves no trace, but it leaves permanent scars
Time slips away from the hair, between the fingers, through the teeth and cheeks, through every breath, every cry, and every smile,
How many opportunities can a person have in his life to drift with the flow of fate?
Intention:
哈哈哈不科学的世界也征服不了科学的考试请允悲 金田一只看过一点还早就忘了，明天去找找看，不过这个高什么犯人的设定好像莫里亚蒂啊
Is it over? [Scratches head]
It's coming, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming~
Looking forward to my wife's next book soon