In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you，
The ink flows down into a dark puddle，
Just move your hand - write the way into his heart!
But in this world of infinite choices，
What will it take just to find that special day?
What will it take just to find that special day?
Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?

When I can't even read my own feelings，
What good are words when a smile says it all?
And if this world won't write me an ending，
What will it take just for me to have it all?
Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?
The ink flows down into a dark puddle，
How can I write love into reality?
If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat，
What do you call love in your reality?
And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you，
I'll leave you be。


This is the last time I say goodbye to this game.



I finally understand that the literary department is a place with no happiness to speak of. It will ultimately expose innocent souls to a terrifying reality: a reality that our world does not allow us to understand. I cannot allow them to experience a hellish epiphany like mine.



During this period, I would like to express my gratitude to you. Thank you for realizing all my dreams and becoming a friend to everyone.



More importantly, thank you for joining my literary department!


I love you Monika Thank you for making my life meaningful , Perhaps I have learned a lot from this game,