I remain alone in this corner of the world, carrying a blood-soaked past.
Amid the sandalwood scent that doesn't suit modern tastes, I meet old acquaintances again and again.
They've changed, yet they haven't. Everything continues as before, following fate's script.
After a cup of scalding tea, I know perfectly well that, this time too, things will end badly for them.
I should have been one of them.
But instead, I stand here, taking your place as fate's accomplice.
A red robe hangs at the far end of the room.
The bell is still here, and so is the cat...
A short-to-medium-length story, with a strong BE vibe.
Nonsense from beginning to end, pure stream-of-consciousness.
1v1, both leads are evenly matched.
Theme: The past fades like smoke.
It's nice to read. [Put it in the manuscript box] Teacher, do you still have it? [Glasses]
No more ( ???? )