Tree of Bitter Love, I've been waiting under the tree for so long, why can't I wait for a good marriage, family relationship and so-called friendship? Am I too naive? Or why, am I some kind of mean little girl? I just hope for a love that can redeem me, my god, when will you save me... Are the current gods real or fake? Even in the abyss, I still believe that gods will come to save me. Maybe it's because my blood type is cheerful, so I persisted for so long! (Stream of consciousness novel, write whatever comes to mind)
Intention: The tree of bitterness, the fig, has not bloomed, but bears fruit.