"What's the point of living, and what's the point of dying?" The young man asked Mori Ogai doubtfully.
"I don't care whether I'm alive or not, so there's no need to feel sorry." The boy comforted the fourteen-year-old Chuuya.
"I'm sorry." He apologized to everyone he killed. He was sorry for taking the lives of others, but he could never stop killing.
Osamu Dazai also looked at him from afar.
Why do some people not cherish themselves so much? Mori Ogai was sitting next to the documents and thinking.
In the bar, the young man glimpsed the fate of the dark red-haired young man, but he could only lower his eyes and sip the sake. That is a fate that cannot be changed.
He knew his best friend would leave, but he couldn't take it back.
"After all these years, you still haven't changed. You're just as disgusting." He said to himself.
"Am I really qualified to live?" The young man asked himself.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't learn what you wanted to teach me. I'm really sorry." The boy chewed the sweet candy. "Have you really made your decision?" Mori Ogai asked.
When she was dying, Alice listened to the boy's last words.
"Don't save me." His eyes became bright and gentle. He is looking forward to death.
I'm tired. If possible, please let me sleep in this world forever. This is his last wish for this world.
"Although I don't care, I am still moved by the beauty of life. Dazai, living is indeed a boring and hopeless thing." He looked at the green lake and thought of a pair of eyes as beautiful as emeralds. Smiling slightly: "But you can't deny that life is indeed bright and life is indeed beautiful."
A piece of golden ginkgo fell on his palm. "Living is a happy thing." He said. Unfortunately, winter is approaching.
"Sorry, and... Goodbye, my friends." He personally brought an end to their lives and guided them to the right future, a future that would not include him (because he is not an original character, but a personal creation of the author).
He stayed for these lovely lives and left for these lovely lives.
Although the copywriting is terrible, the content is very silly. Yes, this is a sand sculpture wrapped in tragedy. It can also be considered my first work, I hope you will like it.
Concept: In this world, there is someone who cares more about you than you do.