We Are Strangers and Meet at the End

Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest. And his name also comes from this sentence. His name is Miyagawa Toyoshi. The moral is that he hopes he can live a happy life, but in fact it is the complete opposite of it. Round1-After dropping out of the police academy, we are like strangers When he stepped into the palace full of justice, his eyes were pure white, like an elf scattered in the world. His milky white hair made him stand out, so he was ostracized. Although they met five people, they eventually parted ways due to changes. "I don't have a solstice, only winter." Standing where he was, he was suddenly stained with ink. At this moment, they were facing each other tit for tat. Round2-A clear stream in the black, risking your life to push yourself into the abyss He should not belong to black, nor should he be dyed black. He is the salvation in the abyss. Even the pure black sun is attracted by the pure white moonlight. "It's the distorted moonlight. It's really ridiculous to want to monopolize beauty in pure blackness." One night, the silver-haired man in black commented like this. Round3-The adventure of stepping into Yokohama, this is a turning point The lonely figure is shrouded in the dark night, and the moment of dusk is the moment of reunion. The thought of rejecting all inequality was finally broken, and the delusional attempt was made to pull down the scale in the hands of the angel and let it tilt to either side. "This ending is not what I want!" He has never said that he wants anyone to disappear from his life, even if that person is a friend who has broken off long ago. Round4-I have no sleep this night. Which one is the real you, escape or depravity? Pretend to be happy, pretend to be depraved, pretend to be free. The gentle little angel disguises himself as a cruel little devil, and he just wants to escape reality. "Why did my parents abandon me then?" The little devil was washed away black by the rain, and the little angel was sobbing like a lamb. The guy who turns into a crybaby, afraid of not being accepted. So a hard protective shell was erected. #Littleidiot's growth history# Intention: I hope we will meet again at the finish line——