Life Is a Walkie-Talkie

A man comes to the city to work. Every minute and second he experiences is his own true story, right?

Life is a rainstorm. I walk through the rain, work, and keep moving forward. Even if it isn't for anyone else, it's all for myself, isn't it?

A real city, a life of true memories. There's nothing particularly exciting, just a story told at a leisurely pace, isn't there?

Readers are welcome to come and read my personal leisure novel, Walkie-Talkie, right? Thanks, everyone.)