"See you tomorrow, my café owner."
There was a humid noise from the street where the neon lights were just beginning, thirty-seven
Clocks and clocks go to different time and space in their own way. Lin Wan put the note
The paper clipped into "The Wasteland" under the bar, and the yellowed pages suddenly
Shake off a piece of dried cherry blossom - that was last spring's
The last petal fell from the rainstorm.
Concept: a little story