There are three thousand weak water, but only one scoop is taken. (The author dreamed of this sentence many years ago, so he decided to take this name~)
I wake up from a dream and am in the hunter world, not knowing who I am...
Pursuing the ideal of living freely, walking through the established story, no one can know where the gears of fate will turn.
There is no one who deserves to be offended, and there are also many who should not be offended. Whose heart I have, I don't know.
Is it joy or sadness? It is easy to be happy yourself, but it is difficult to want others to be happy together.
Time and space intersect, carrying a sentence flying:
(Hey, I haven't figured out what this sentence is, I can't hold it in)