This is a farce. I thought I was a bystander, but turned out to be a participant.
There are many beautiful things in life, but unfortunately none of them belong to me.
I have had a lot and I have lost a lot.
When things developed until the very end, I couldn't tell whether this was the ending I had written for myself or a predetermined arrangement of fate.
I really want to know.
If I wasn't the one who encountered these things, what would the final outcome be like?
The text is written in the first person. I am trying to make up for something I thought about a long time ago. I don't know what the hell it is that is being written. If anyone sees it, please be gentle and thank you.
(Writing is just a hobby, I can only guarantee that I won't get into trouble)
Intention: None yet