简介：
“The full moon slightly chipped满月渐阙……”烟花在黑夜的空中划过一道轨迹，旋即又散开，落下星星点点流星般的彩光。 “流星，也在寻找失落的real，啊！”咏叹调的末音微微上扬，失落中带着些可笑的嘲讽，不可查询的停顿，流星啊，还是烟花啊？ 羊皮纸上的墨迹逐渐衰老，干涩，只有时间之轮的画面似乎还永不停息地转动。 Who is wrong? You are wrong. Why? You have done wonders. Ridiculous. But it is the truth.
