Who is wandering in the alley at night?
At night, who is dancing on the tip of the knife?
Wherever the wind blows the blood.
The wind blew away anyone's sorrow.
Meow... A cat meows...
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A short story written by Boring 3 years ago.
Originally I wanted to write a long novel, but I really didn't know how to write it, so I had to turn it into a short story.
Forgive the childish style of this article. I was only in the second grade of junior high school back then...
I just want Bojun to smile.
Conception: