Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

When the world ends, I see the beginning of the world.

so that the sins of all time may come to life.

When I finish my life, I realize my stupidity. Over and over again.

"You..."

Wife's face in thin sight. What a word to say to her that I should have taken care of her for years, thank you, it's good to have you.

Although.

"You, ha."

My wrinkled dead hands. The man once said to be Hanaki also becomes a dead leaf if he crosses sixty. The time will surely come for any flower to decay if it is alive. All my friends are old too. Shadows, but still no match for youthfulness.

But there was only one person I could remember looking old.

Never get old forever, stay beautiful.

Beginning, long ago. I don't know how long it's been.

It's that girl's crying face that's past her brain. Sister's, face. I don't know if I can say sister, but surely that guy is a girl who spent her childhood with herself and her family.

Reflect on my life this time. It wasn't a running light, it wasn't something I could end up with in such a flash. It was something I shouldn't have ended.

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Life became painful and parents were told that they were well equipped and sold in the first place in Yoshihara, known as the Amatsuki brothel.

A stand-up that shines more than anywhere else and has more goods than anywhere else.

The Lord liked me at a glance. [M]

My parents, who got paid, were so happy, they laughed and left me.

The little beings who followed the parents left me even though they cared why I didn't come with them.

Life in a brothel that I hated at first. But as I spend time here, I gradually become more fulfilled than I was in my original life.

A boy of the same age named Autumn Water or Orchid Chrysanthemum under one. Tough but gentle brother playmen. Although the job description was not very telling to people, what I can certainly say is that I was more hospitable than when I was with my family.

Then the little girl with such a family becomes worried about what she is doing now.

I would have liked that kid to be a man anyway.

If you're a man, they might have sold you together and watched you nearby.

I've been sold to a brothel for five years.

After she was sold to a brothel, she was reunited with her sister Shino when she turned ten.

I picked it up and brought it home when Shino was about two years old. I broke up alive when I was five. I could only spend about three years as a real family, but still never forget it.

Shino, whom my uncle brought in, was named Noju, but at first glance I knew it was Shino. Dark hair, clear white skin and large eyes are no different. It was like that little Shino grew up just like that.

That seemed like the same thing to them, and when she saw me, she almost said, "Oh no..." so that led to certainty.

I thought it was a miracle without a pattern.

We broke it right away.

After hearing all about my hard life since my parents sold me and how my uncle picked me up, I tried to lean in a little bit.

He says that he was picked up when his parents dumped him as a dick and he happened to be sitting on the back street of Yoshihara where he went. He missed me and came unconsciously.

And my uncle just walked by and said he was being talked to.

As for the name, he was called too often to forget his name, and his uncle saw the daisy blooming on the side of the road where she was, and he was given that name.

I thought it was appropriate while I was the master of my own appearance.

I don't look bad, I don't say anything bad about my parents, and since then, oh, here's what happened, and so on, Noju tells me a lot. He always said such a decision dialogue at the end of the conversation as to whether he was originally a positive personality or couldn't help but have passed.

Because she was such a girlfriend, she was well received and quite adored by the men in the brothel.

I do my job well, and I don't complain about one thing.

Since it was not a very good thing for a woman to work in a brothel, Noju was always spending time in black overalls. My uncle seems to have told me that I can't let a woman work in a brothel when she is sent out, and I live my life without makeup or charcoal on my cheeks.

Totally disgusting daughter.

By the time I became a flower queen, I was completely used to the brothel and coaching newcomers to work downstairs. My uncle said it was time to leave the brothel and look for other places to work, but she refused to do so. I'm not sure why, but I'm sure I didn't like breaking up with my brother-in-law, me and everyone else. Otherwise, you wouldn't want to go on living a life like this where you have to stay dressed all dressed up like a man.

Aside from me, she was close to Brother Shimizu Yi and Brother Sasa Yi, the earners of Heavenly Moon. It is not very desirable for her, a woman, to come into contact with the playman and the pity, but she is also in contact with Kazuke himself to talk. So I watched silently, not to mention people.

Again, she doesn't seem to know it's a good idea to deal with a lot of playmen either, and she hasn't spoken to me in particular except to say hello. But I couldn't possibly not talk to them if they came from me, so I felt like I was attached to it.

I saw that Brother Sasa often had chess matches. Unsurprisingly, Noju seemed to be good at chess, and sewing between his jobs, he was dating Brother Sasa Yi. I don't know where I remembered, but I seem to have won once every three times, and I remember Brother Sasa speaking with pleasure 'no hesitation'.

Brother Shimizu and I used to see each other making conversations. Speaking of which, I had a lot of fights, like this. Fighting, I mean, it was like a crazy fight.

"The duvet laid on that ass of yours is not pathetic"

'It's loud. What is it? Is that what you're talking about? I happened to spot you when I was working on it. "

"It's time to let him go before he's spotted."

'Wow, I'm using it because I think it's bad! It's dedicated to me to destroy sin! And your feathers aren't pathetic, are they?

What do you want?

"I saw you last time, where you were wiping Zhu He's nostrils with those red feathers. I'm sorry to see how much snot came out so badly that I didn't have anything to wipe, so I feel bad about putting dirt on it."

"I had it properly washed, and you washed it the other day."

"What? It's Mr. Ribbon's red feathers that I was washing."

"That's mine."

'... nooo!!

And these occasions were everyday tea meals.

Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves every day, and I actually enjoyed myself. I've felt that way ever since Noju arrived.

But what changed is that a girl came to the brothel.

"I'm Aili. Nice to meet you all."

A beautiful girl with cherry blossom hair shows up in front of the playmen.

My uncle brought me in. She told me that she was saved where she had fallen on the side of the road without being close to anything. In fact, if I asked my uncle, he would have fallen behind a brothel rather than on the side of the road. If I had told her, I thought it would have been the side of the road there, too.

Aili worked well. Always smiling and not missing a daily greeting to everyone. She even seemed to be helping with that wild chrysanthemum share of work, and her presence gradually grew in the brothel.

And then one day, Aili cried to me. It was after breakfast, when I went to the backyard as usual.

Ask her what's wrong with her, who's been crying, and why, 'Mr. Noju pisses me off,' she says, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Angry, I wondered if Aili had done something, but apparently not, and she told me that something else was causing it. When I tried to help Noju do his job, he told me not to get my hands on it because I would do my share. But I thought that was normal, and I don't think Nokichi himself was going to get angry at me at all, but Aili seemed to think the worse (Tachi), and advised Nokichi to the extent that he didn't feel bad after that.

You seem to be hurtful, so maybe you shouldn't say anything that makes you mistaken.

But then again, the same thing will continue.

"Nojuku-san told me this was a bad place"

"Mr. Nojuku always talks to playmen"

"Mr. Nojuku is sweet for his failure"

"Mr. Nojuku is Hard on Me"

"It's Hard Being With Nojuku-san"

Aili was made to talk to me like that every time I met her. Other playmen had heard the story, and some would ask Noah directly if it continued.

Noju had at least pretended to think of it, and he didn't deny it with all his might. Maybe that was bad, maybe, and leaning down.

But the downwork of Umeki, which Noju had taught him his job, denied it to the best of his ability. Anything, he said it differently.

[Nojuku-san told me this was a bad place]

"I guess it would be better to do it a little slower"

[Nojuku-san always talks to playmen]

"Mr. Shimizu! What are you doing sleeping in that place again!

[Nojuku-san is sweet for his failure]

'Ugh, sorry. I washed it and the dirt...'

[Nojuku-san is tough on me]

It's not like that. It's like this.

[It's hard to be with Nojuku-san]

"Hey, Eric."

He said that none of it was a tight way of putting it, but a conversation that I would care about softly.

I also asked Noju, but he still didn't seem to say it in a tight way, and convinced me that he was overthinking Aili.

But since then, Aili has been consulting with everyone about the daisy. She doesn't see any work or failure in particular. Everyone thinks he's serious. So, as Aili talked about it, the impression of wild daisies gradually changed, even though I didn't like it. Speculation calls for speculation, because no one saw a daisy like Aili said. Nodaisy was stuck, and no one listened to what one of the downworkers, who was on Nodaisy's side, said.

Aili had also told that Shimizu brother Yi.

All in all, it was a conversation in the courtyard, and when I saw it, I hid and watched.

'Am I that impossible? I'm not sure.'

'... come on. I don't think so.'

"But..."

'Wouldn't that be okay? I care too much.'

I was rubbing Aili's back to comfort her.

Seeing that, my chest runs ticklish and sore. I was always here to talk to myself, but when I could show you where I was relying on other men, I regretted it sexually. I thought you were so impressed. Touch outside of work, the first woman except for wild daisies.

If I affirm her opinion, will you rely solely on me?

Soon, I was fond of love.