When eraser didn't work, all remained was guilty. Yongsun couldn't find the undo button. It never existed, indeed. She wasn't able to face the universe she created. She didn't have the courage to look out.    "I'm not God, I don't want to be either."

The sound of friction by train wheel and railway drowned the voice of her saying something which I had heard a thousand times. Then, I only had the power to see her high heels tapping the ground.

Jaejoon has got a new friend, and please introduce, he is himself.

I told you, there is rain in winter. And it is very beautiful. More beautiful than any rain in the other season.

When there is emptiness and untold part in the middle of long story, there is no way to continue unless finding out the missing thing. Unfortunately, someone has been hiding it for a long period and well-locked it in his secret abstract storage.

Jinhong lives in his own future, and hates present.

The unique school day morning brought her into a sudden little cycling competition on the way.