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墨書 Inktalez
It's inevitable to feel sad.
Walking barefoot In the midst of fate stairwell, with the faint echo of footsteps by my ears.
The silence at home has been like this for over a decade.
It's inevitable to feel sad.
The air is still so stuffy and hot, the old window with a spider web, and the peaches someone put in the bag.
It's raining outside.
The fan that burned out that summer started working again, running at full capacity without any problems.
It's so quiet, and I always feel sticky.
Lying on the old bed makes me so sleepy, I feel like I could sleep forever.
I can't think of anything in my head.
I opened the wardrobe door and saw the doll sitting inside, smiling at me.
The abandoned Kuroomi from that rainy day came to mind again.
Maybe I won't come back for a long time, or maybe I'll stay in this place forever.
The past is the past.
The little mat that accompanied me throughout the whole summer has already gone moldy. I used to like lying on it after taking a shower.
I'm all wet.
"Aren't you afraid it will get moldy?"
"Why would I be?"
Oh, someone had already foreseen it.
Who was it again?
Who was it?
Stand up, my head always feels heavy and dizzy. In the midst of fate abyss of unconsciousness, I can see many things that are not there.
It's raining, and the steam rises from the ground. Many years of heat are being washed away. I'm already too full after eating two peaches.
No need for dinner.
I have never seen the brand printed on the beer bottle before, it has always been like this in my memory. The number of times I chewed on hair while eating has changed from occasionally to frequently. I've gotten used to it. I don't understand why there is so much dust at home.
I want to become an actor, I want to become a singer, I want to become a writer.
All kinds of dreams take root and sprout in my heart, tearing each other apart and ultimately strangling everything.
No one survived.
The nights in the countryside are really bright, just the light through the window can make everything clear. Clearly there is no moon. In the midst of fate of the night, without turning on the light. Is it because it's almost summer again? Coming back here, everything is still silent, no matter how you look at it, it's still the same. Yeah, just like that summer. Every summer there is someone to accompany, but they all didn't make it through the winter.
Hmm, just like those summer days.
Just as she said, whenever she thinks of me, she'll fold a star.
When did I become someone else's star.
Is it possible?
People always seek gain and avoid harm. Compared to the cruel reality, the fantasy of living in a dream is more tempting. But if the fantasy comes in an inappropriate way, the cost will be even higher.
I think I will die.
She has a star, but it's not me.
The ties with anyone will be intentionally or unintentionally severed, by time or by human.
I remember that winter, I almost died.
Almost died in countless winters in the past.
Countless questions without answers, as I wander between the pillars of the corridor, what are you thinking in your heart?
Looking up at the azure sky, the color of the sea, clear clouds, and the dreamlike passage of time.
You said, if every day were spent as if it were the last day, what would it be like.
Quite a test, isn't it?
When the pear is ripe, it will fall to the ground.
I should have realized it earlier.
But my thoughts return to that summer, and yet nothing can be changed.
"Having dreams like colored bubbles. Who said that? Who..."
After the night rain, there is heavy fog. The door of the balcony holds a thin spider web. The headlights of the cars on the distant road blur in the fog, and the blue light is reflected far away.
Back indoors, there is still a hint of warmth. The electric fan finally started to squeak. I don't know which part is having a problem, and I'm too lazy to fix it.
Anyway, by this time tomorrow, I won't be here anymore.
Next time, I say next time,
if there is a next time, when will it be?
Actually,
I don't want to go back to that day,
Actually,
I miss having you in the winter.
- "Dream of the Unicorn"
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