I've created a lot of stories.

It's all a comedy of reunion,

Because people's hearts are good, everyone likes reunion,

People don't like tragedy.

In my story,

I'm like God,

Arrange the life trajectory of each character.

He has suffered, and I can make him suffer as much as he can.

His heart hurts, and I can make him open the door.

Even if he died,

I can bring him back to life, too.

In my world,

I can manipulate anyone's life at will.

But in reality,

I'm not God, and I'm not my protagonist.

We have given them the power to reach the heavens,

We have given them the art of overcoming misfortunes,

We have endowed them with invulnerable,

And myself,

In the real world,

But he has no long skills.

How I wish you were in my world,

In that way,

I will give you peace and joy,

Give you glory and riches,

Gives you health and longevity,

Even, I can make you immortal.

All that is good,

I can give it to you,

For I am the hand of God.

Pity...

Reality is not my world after all,

It's not a fairy tale world,

Over here

I'm mortal.

...

If this world,

It's just a story world created by someone,

Then we,

Is it all his role?

If that's the case,

Isn't this man too ruthless?

If a person's life,

In fact, it's an infinite slow motion of a blooming flower,

so

Whether from start to finish,

All splendid?

If human life,

In fact, it is a limited paradise,

so

Will it be recorded,

Traces of your visit?

Even if the epiphany is destined to wither,

I can't get it back with tears,

Even if the park always closes,

Those who should leave still have to leave,

Even if there is still a lot of unfinished content in this life.

but

You can proudly say,

You've been here,

You've left footprints.

Thou hast never dreamed of eternity,

Because your whole life is blooming brilliantly.

Instant brilliance.