I borrowed a star from the night, hid it in my heart, and dyed all my memories. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow, I can forget it all and see only the dawn turn on. But I don't know how much interest I have to pay for borrowing it. If I pawn my life, if I come to ask for it at night, I will not resist. I will exchange my ten years for permanent amnesia in this life. Always tell yourself, be bearish, bearish again. But I forgot that the heart is a city that can only accommodate one person to hide. The world of mortals is thin, and I have no intention to think about the ease of flowers blooming. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com