The world is beautiful, but the charm it has does not belong to me, and to those people, I do not deserve sympathy.

Since you can't choose whether to come into this world or not, then choose when to say goodbye.

If there is an afterlife, I want to be able to keep that memory and no longer live in a human body.

The inconspicuous figure disappears into the top of the mountains and clouds, and when the sun sets, the world is silent when the heavens and the earth are connected.

Eternal years are accompanied by the idea of building a new world again and again, that there is non-existence, that is, that which is reasonable but not reasonable.

In accordance with his wish before he died, for some reason, the figure that should have disappeared after the curtain fell, was active in the world again, tossing and turning in one illusory world after another.

And these countless spaces seem to exist in accordance with my thoughts.

Even though life is eternal and the years are long, what is the point of that? After all, it is a short-lived loneliness.

"The memory that remains deep in my heart is loneliness, no matter how much time passes, this pain firmly imprisons me, this is the path I chose, and it began from that moment. Now you may only have memories of being human, but it doesn't matter, as time goes by, you will eventually find that it was all predestined. ”

White symbolizes this life, and red symbolizes that time. The lonely figure disappeared into the darkness, and the person he spoke of was also his former self.

The huge canvas gradually emerges, the red and white worlds are divided, and the gears of fate turn again.

"Wake up, new me! One day, you'll think of me, of yourself. ”

There was a cold touch on the fingertips, some hard, some slippery...

This is, where is it?

Darkness shrouded the sky, and what I saw was a world without light, and I didn't even know if I existed.

Tick, tick...

Cold droplets of water slipped down my fingertips, and I could clearly feel their presence.

More and more, more and more dense, they converged on my body into a trickle, running down my back until they were gone.

The cold feeling made me feel familiar, as if I had spent a long time with them...

I felt...

They're here again, but this time it's not as cold as I'm familiar with.

Stiff fingers gently touched them, but the already numb body resisted me stubbornly.

Intense headaches began to eat away at my brain, and the world was gradually stained with a curtain.

The reef was already covered with moss, and the salty smell of the raindrops caressed my cheeks, but it only brought me cold pain.

Gradually, I opened my heavy eyes...

The sky was gray, as gray and heavy as my heart.

What happened to me? Why am I lying on this damp and unpleasant reef?

In front of the boy's eyes, a huge fruit lay quietly on the reef, a species he had never seen before.

In this salty sea breeze, it used the boy's body as a haven from the wind.

A mist-like transparent font appeared in front of me, as if it would dissipate with a light blow.

Perhaps because his body was so weak that he hallucinated, the boy's misty eyes vaguely saw the words "fruit" appear in the air.

There seemed to be a cold voice in his mind urging the boy to eat it, but it was like an echo.

Looking at the fruit covered with white spiral patterns, the boy did not think about why the word "fruit" appeared in front of his eyes, and even he himself just regarded it as an illusion.

The hunger from his belly urged the boy to eat the fruit that was within reach, and despite the danger signals from deep within his heart warning him to "never touch it", the boy had to put it in his mouth.

"Gross... It's unpalatable..."

Eventually, the boy gave in and fell under the pomegranate skirt of the "Goddess of the Harvest", despite the strange fruit's unpalatable.

The boy covered his lips with difficulty with his numb palm, endured a strong feeling of vomiting, and swallowed the flesh into his stomach. The missing whey-coloured liquid collects under the reef with rainwater and finally submerges in the sea.

In the list of fruits that the teenager has seen, it can definitely occupy the first place of "Giant Unpalatable Fruit".

If it had been once, the boy would have replied in his heart: I'm sorry, I refuse to eat it.

"It's probably the most unpalatable fruit in the world, and you can clearly feel its extraordinaryness just by looking at it."

Perhaps stimulated by the unpalatable fruit, the boy lifted his spirits, but the slightly weak voice was mercilessly drowned out by the sound of the waves crashing against the reef.

If the fruit is not full, it may still be a poisonous fruit. But so what, if you don't eat it, you may lose even the slightest hope of survival.

"I had to find a place to stay in the rain, at least while I was conscious."

The boy struggled with his stiff fingers to wipe the juice from the corners of his mouth.

The sea crashed against the reef and splashed the boy, and all he felt was the coldness of this world.

The drizzle mercilessly envelops the island, and the oppressive atmosphere speaks of more despair.

However, the heavens favored him, and just a few meters away there was a rock wall that could barely shelter him from the wind and rain.

Perhaps because of the fruit, the boy regained a little strength, and staggered to the bottom of the rock wall with an ugly pace.

Overhead, the raised rock shielded him from most of the rain. The young man dragged his tired body, leaned against the cold rock wall, and slowly closed his eyes, and the world he saw was once again dark.

"How obsessed I am, how reluctant I am to wake up, I am afraid that when I wake up, I will never see you again, I will never see the only one that belongs to me, the luxury of living in my heart..."

In the dream, the boy saw his parents, who had accompanied him through a quarter of his life, his sister, and the fantasy that would always be parasitic in his heart.

The morning light opened the curtain, the silvery dawn gradually revealed crimson, and the magnificent morning glow from the east reflected on the thousands of green leaves through the mist.

The world is beginning to wake up.

It was the sea breeze that woke the boy up with a fresh, salty air, but a deep resentment from his belly urged him to "go and find food".

The heavy footsteps left two deep wrinkles in the sand, and the boy saw the unknown fruit lying still on the dirt.

They were right in front of the boy, but the distance of dozens of meters was like a distant dream.

The boy fell again, lying on his stomach in the unbearable dirt, like a defeated dog, and could only bow his head and crawl on the ground with trembling limbs, and then slowly move to their side.

Somewhat bitter, with a hint of sweetness and sourness, though they tasted like moldy fruit, the boy shoved them into his mouth with all his might, and finally wiped the dirt from the corners of his mouth and fell asleep exhaustedly leaning against the trunk of the tree.

He liked the loneliness in the sunshine of this spring afternoon, which reminded the boy of the loneliness he had left in his diary, and the sad age that no one could understand, stayed forever in the lonely sunshine of the spring afternoon.