Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

The girl is chained and lying behind an iron lattice, in a room with no rugs, no futons or anything. If they still asked me what was there, it would only be in that there was a hole on the floor that I could call a "sorry." I don't feel any ease or pleasure in that place where the dark, cold air tends, it's just that inaction is spreading, and there's so much darkness that just touching this space makes me uncomfortable.

I saw a number of small stains on the cold wood floor. Something slightly damp, from thick to thin. But not just stains, but the whole room is surrounded by moss or mushrooms that are likely to grow, which wraps around the skin of the dimeli and the girl.

This place, where there are people who haven't bathed and wiped their dirty bodies properly for days or decades, was full of sour smells, pus smells, different from body odors.

Only one person is there long enough for a girl, but the girl hasn't even stopped worrying about the smell or anything. Because the sense of smell is not responding. The body has not complained of any abnormality to the smell before around. But that's only recently.

Even in a place where everything was corrupt, the girl's eyes were likely to be cloudy and not cloudy. It's like repeating a nap.

The place where a sinner is punished in a brothel is called a cage room, and three times a day a cage is broken. Although the procedure varied, not only was this girl cut off from her hair and body, but she was tied to columns and trees and thrown, eating was not available for several days, and she was beaten with a whip and bathed in hot water to taste the pain of burning her wound. The fact that I've been the object of the men's daily depression can also be said to be the end of luck.

There was a sound of Zazza and people walking while rubbing their feet on the ground in places only rarely visited three times. Of course it's not the sound made by the girl lying there.

The approaching sound stops in front of the iron lattice.

"Good for you. We'll be out of here soon."

With the light of Matsumitsu, the only light in the dark, one man cast a shadow on the iron lattice, opening his mouth to the girl at the end of his gaze.

Smile, in this place where the trick is disproportionate, the man smiles quietly. It was a grin that was really disproportionate, really unnatural, really crowded with morality.

"So what's the matter? I can't break it."

But it doesn't stop like I care, and I discipline my reply.

The words you give back to your opponent while lying still pale look strong and beautiful, but that, on the contrary, makes you feel ridiculed if you take them.

If you understand what the story means.

"Oh, yeah."

His mouth angle, smiling until earlier at the girl's words, drops and at the same time the wrinkles between his brows are deeply engraved. The girl didn't have the consciousness to piss off the other person, but realizes how challenging the words she unleashed would have been if she could show her face that she was in a bad mood.

For a girl, the current words are like what she said to herself, so it's not a wack I wanted to make her look and listen to me like she was bravely challenging me. But when I told them that, the girl knew that nothing was going to change. It was understood.

"Reflections, no apologies to her, no groundhounds, nothing?

"Something I have no brother-in-law."

"You're smart, aren't you? Will it heal if I tap you? Hey..."

I saw madness in the eyes of a man who pulled his cheeks and held his fist.

But even if you say that, the girl doesn't see the in-laws to apologize. Surely what I did to her was something I shouldn't have done as a person. Not to mention things like trying to kill people that I couldn't help but be told were crazy. But she must have been the same person who did the worst. I don't understand what made you so desperate to fall for me, but at least I don't think it's a mistake that you're being neglected to be in her way.

"Smoke, the smell of?

I felt a burnt smell on my nose.

It's slightly noisy up there.

'Hey fire!! Run to Daimon before the fire turns all over Yoshihara!

"The water won't go away! Hurry up. '

The man in front of the iron lattice also made his face praise more than earlier whether he had detected any anomalies.

And when I put my hand on my chin to think about something, I turn my back on the girl and walk away.

"Wait, brother,"

"Don't call me brother now. Bye, I'm worried about Aili."

The voice raised by the girl was vain, and her brother, the man called, had no way of getting his hair pulled back, and he ran outside looking for his beloved.

To one of my darling ladies, who fell into a girl's arms.

If I were to remain on fire and come no help, would I die alone, unnoticed by anyone? And wild daisies did not feel strange and uncomfortable that they had strangely sober thoughts.

But I couldn't help but think that if I were to die, I would have at least missed him. Noju floated blurry and the person behind his brain who said he wanted to meet him.

That guy who, for some reason, didn't abandon himself to the end for all sorts of things. Well, more than everyone else, though. and one fool.

I've been told many dream stories that don't even come true.

'Wouldn't it be a bad idea to go far one day and live in a country where no one else is and die with you? Right?'

On the other side with the iron lattice pinched, he looked at the daisies with a smile about what was funny and said so. Whenever that happens, you bend your knees and kneel, and you come all the way down to the floor to stare at the daisy.

Though it wasn't something that would make her feel comfortable. I can't tell inside how many places are joking and how many are serious, and I don't know how many times I've bothered about the wild daisies, despite the situation connected by these chains.

Noju never said anything to that person about wanting help, etc.

I know I can't do anything from what I've said, and if I'm helped, I end up involved.

I never touched what Nodaisy did to me, I was just talking to the public. There have been times when I felt confident that this person would be stupid enough to talk to me, but it was still a fact that it was temporary enough to make me forget that I was in a cage room like this one.

"Keho,"

Her throat doesn't air, and her consciousness keeps getting farther and farther.

Like a tsunami of smoke, they were pushing us into a cage room with no windows. Naturally, she breathes faster when she can't breathe well.

It's bad luck to be on fire in Yoshihara. This town, like a large hut surrounded by large walls, will soon be flamed from building to building as soon as the firehand rises. Because the only exit is the Daimon, if you don't run for it, you will die of breath in this place that will also be close to total burning.

Most of all, if there's a fire near Daimon, it's nothing like running away.

And just now, I wondered if the smoke had leaked into this room, and a few seconds later, one side of it turned into a sea of fire. The more unnatural, the faster the fire goes around. Is it something that spreads so quickly?

The poisonous red flame that gives you black oil smoke gives the illusion that it is a gateway to hell. The black smoke stained my eyes like ink and hurt, and the daisy closed the eye lid.

Will my end come at last?

"Come on. It's like the world was a little too filthy for you to breathe."

Noju had not noticed because his eyes were closed, but one human had emerged from its flaming inlet.

When the person unlocks the iron lattice key easily, he slowly approaches her.

"I always remember coming back to life at the end of the day... and I felt sorry for myself for not being rewarded."

Someone's voice.

I can't open my eyes inside. I don't know whose voice is unnecessarily combined with the sound of a tree breaking down.

But only the sensation of the body still exists, so I know that someone woke me up and supported me.

"If we can meet again, you don't have to love yourself like this, so"

I can't breathe because it's hot, but I feel warm and warm, unlike fire. Relieved warmth.

It wasn't a good life, but at the end of the day, if you felt this slight but serene, well, I don't think it was bad.

"Again."

Yeah, but if this warmth was that guy, I don't think it was too bad. Hold me tight, I'm overwhelmed,

♪ I love you, baby ♪

What did they say?

Just imagining it brings tears to my eyes.

A grain of tears that could not be suppressed from the lid of an eye that should have been closed poured down his cheeks. At the same time, I was afraid that I was going to get a loud cry, and I endured eating up my trembling lips and teeth.

Oh, regret, regret, regret.

I wonder why this has happened.

I wonder why the hell I lived here. I wish I had never met anyone, stayed alone the whole time, lived without knowing anything about love or love. Then he said don't lose anything and don't scratch it. If I could at least be content with just loving his people, if I didn't have the heart to hope to love him the same, it might have been easier. But foolishly, I could only fall in love. I could only fall in love with him. Can't that man who taught me to fall in love teach me how to lose this thought?

If there is hell in the world, I'd love to go there. I only want to be given pain, fear, and endless suffering. I don't want a happy moment. I don't even want to know.

But... still.

and grumble at him in his memory about things he had never been able to say.

"Ya, sashimi, my eyes, I like it"

"I got caught, I liked my face, it was..."

I didn't care who was supporting me anymore. I know there's no sign of movement at all, and I can't run away from this place anymore.

The legs connected to the chain are flamed and burned by a ring of iron with heat. I know this is a scene where you scream at the pain, but the power and free time you're screaming equals nothing to the earliest wild daisies.

I absolutely hated it when words in my mouth ended with crude screams. That's what Noisy always thinks in the cage room.

"Please... don't be hard on me"

"Yeah."

"Always, duh, fu, even with you... Y"

"Yeah."

I look before I open my eyes thinly to the feeling of wonder and voices returning.

But the heavy eye lid, as if it had been hammered on the lashes, only opens about the gap.

But even though he couldn't breathe properly, he accidentally drank his breath.

"Ugh, well..."

Is this a hallucination?

Don't you see that man who holds me tight and smiles up close? He's bleeding from his forehead, with burn marks everywhere and he looks painful.

But there is no way that person is here, so I think this is a genuine illusion of that person suffering the wounds I unintentionally imagined, seen in the vortex of the fire.

But at this point, hallucinations or whatever.

I just wanted to tell you how I feel at the end of the day.

Oh, God, thank you.

Fantastic, but you did me one last favor.

"Me... ah, hence,"

Goo... and the flames push me to make a noise and swallow. I felt the warmth and tingling of my skin.

Red flames stir the ceiling, the floor, even the air, and swirl with momentum that just burns everything in the world down.

The words of wild daisies, whining interruptively, burned in the flames, without being spun to the end. With the “phantom” holding the wild daisies together.

For example, if this is a dream, if it's real, and you're ahead of this thought.

I want to see you again to hear more about the dream story that will never come true.

So I'm sure this time, then.