Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

Walk down the road to the street of the map given to you from the woman's head.

I didn't know if the footprint was light or heavy.

I just found the paper to be heavy.

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"The Tomb of the Traveller,"

On the wide grounds of the temple stands a tombstone so written with a potpourri.

There's nothing around me but tombstones. There are no residential jobs in the temple either, I was lonely. Bird manure has contaminated the headstones and has not been cleaned. As forgotten, the scenery around was weathered. Temple, to the point of confusion as to whether to call it, is a closed town. This space is disproportionate, even if it makes it a place for children to play.

As they approached, they found a circle of lilies in front of the tombstone. Looks like I just put it down and the stem is beautifully green.

And if you look closely, there was a hammer under the flower. I can wrap my hair around it and bracket it, the decoration is seemingly plain but definitely worth it.

"Ribbon?

Asako looked around unexpectedly, but he couldn't be here conveniently, just stood up.

A bottle of pimple.

The pigeon closely resembles what Ribbon was trying to give when Noisy was only 11 years old. In the end, I remember very well that I was unfaithful because I was passed over by fresh water.

"You should be big soon."

What a laugh it was a long time ago.

"I'm not stupid."

I can't tell if this really belongs to him, but the ribbing is already out of the brothel, so there was no chance we were visiting the playhouse like ourselves.

"Nodaisy......"

Close your eyes and remind me of you.

Her face I hadn't forgotten enough for a day. But as the sun increased, his eyes disappeared, his mouth disappeared, and he became curious about the appearance of daisy. Still, Asako only remembered the laughing face of the daisy. When the corner of my mouth rises, I can only laugh to the left, and hide such a mouth with my hands. I had a crease all the time in my eyes, and my eyes were always off the target if I was embarrassed. When I looked at myself from time to time and laughed, my chest made a little noise. The only time I've seen each other laughing is once or twice, but the painting still remains in the back of my brain.

"If you're alive, it's twenty-six this year"

Fresh water stroked the little headstone to touch the toddler's head.

Ten years. Ten years.

I could have easily imagined being tortured in that little woman's brothel. Therefore Shimizu tried to send him to a place other than the playhouse, and said so to his lord, and brought him.

It wasn't like I wouldn't think about it.

But if you think about it, it's going to happen in real life, and the two of them were positively just dreaming of a bright tomorrow.

Although.

"To put in such a crude grave"

Fresh water cuddles it, as if to cuddle wild daisies, with only one tombstone that other playwomen would bury.

"I haven't been in that brothel for ten years."

Whether you hold it or not, all you return is the feel of a hard, cold stone.

No matter how many voices you call your name, all you return is silence.

Should we have left Yoshihara together?

Should I have put my love in my hands?

Should fresh water have responded to the feelings of affection and turned to false favors?

Should I have repeated the earth so much that blood bled out of my forehead that I let the Lord reconsider?

But I just thought about that, and now it was no use.

It's just to be reminded of her shallowness, and she will never be helped or come back.

And Asakami saw such fresh water and held it in a human being with feelings close to the intention of killing.

A man who chooses his breasts more than himself, more than Norisuke Soldier Valley, more than whorehouse people.

- That woman.

From then on, with the funds they had collected together, they ran a garment store.

The two with aesthetic eyes won brilliantly whether they also had commercial talent or not, and never had trouble with gold until the end of their lives.

But even though they were spared, they did not marry their daughters.

And when he plugged in late in life, Fresh Water fell ill and fell asleep in his room. I have tuberculosis, not bad feet, etc.

I spent a lot of time on the edge after I fell asleep, and when I dealt with a wildcat who came into the garden, I looked away somewhere.

"Fresh water! Where have you been with such a body!

One day, when Asakami returned home from the store, there was no fresh water.

Asako yelled when he welcomed fresh water back home in the evening, but fresh water looked at him somewhere in a peaceful face, not to be presumed by it. The wrinkles on his eyes had disappeared as if he had only been a little younger at that time for some reason.

He said it was a good town.

"What?"

It's a good town.

A few days later, Shimizu left the world.

There was one wildcat leaning against him in the fresh water room, as if to watch him.