"I" returned to my hometown by chance, and went to my grandparents' house, which was already dilapidated. When I fell into distress over the shabby house that was already covered with gray dust, the yellow-orange persimmon trees in the courtyard gave the shabby house color again. I felt more and more sleepy, and more and more sleepy... The story unfolded like this.
Intent: I hope everyone who reads this work will be happy and full of hope for the future.