My beloved, sir, borrowed from the Creator's pen, those years that rush by and return are born on a certain day and destroyed on a certain day.
For me, nothing dares to be immortal. I am alive and vivid in the Creator's pen, sometimes charming, sometimes cool, sometimes hidden in the clouds, or sinking under the sea. Leaving and returning, sinking and rising again.
Because of the scrapped manuscript and no one coming back, the fate that comes to the end of the story sinks countless times in the tide of empty echoes. Before you write the pen that greets death, you accidentally glimpse the deepest dawn in your eyes.
I would like to treat my life as one day, just like before,
Sir, I know,
The life I have lived has become an old night in just a few moments.
Reading guide:
Copyed from Fernando Pessoa's "Rose in the Garden of Atoni" (My copywriting is not good, so I will point you to the original work.)
BG direction, Dazai Osamu Ruri, the ending is undecided, atypical redemption direction. Poor writing, no logic, unconventional heroine, and unscrupulous careerist. There are private facilities. Maybe ooc. The first volume adopts the non-female perspective of first person + third person, and the second volume adopts the third person perspective of the female protagonist. Reasonable suggestions are accepted. The outline has been decided and the characters will not be changed.
Let yourself go, don't enter if you don't like it.
Intention: I want to see the burning fiery soul under your calm face.