The Artifact Organizer and Mr. Dazai

I am a relic organizer. I fell in love with a dead person. * The first time I met Mr. Dazai was at his funeral. Later, a tall young man stood under the lamp and yawned. He had short fluffy chestnut hair, outstanding appearance, red lips and white teeth. He was wearing a long khaki windbreaker, and the sapphire in the bolo tie on his chest was shining brightly. His whole person was as elegant and refreshing as green pines and cypresses. He opened the door of his house with his own hands and said to me: Please come in. The story about the relic organizer, short story, Dazai's suicidal success line, he. Toyun: In ancient Japanese, it refers to the sky that is dyed the color of madder before dawn when darkness transitions into light. Concept: Love makes things grow like crazy