Double Blackthe Way We Wake Up

Copywriting Dazai Osamu stretched out his hand to catch the mottled light spots, the sunset and falling snow in his youth. But there was nothing in front of him, except for the sound of cicadas in the silent summer night. You see, our journey has been so tortuous. We went in opposite directions and met again, quarreling and moving forward. But in the end I could only pretend to say goodbye willingly. So I say, the fairy tales you read back then were all lies. Intention: Farewell