"Excessive luck is a burden to mortals."

Mr. Roland touched his chest with his disabled hand:

"I made a wish to the cherubim, and they just took away a poem I composed at the time.

After returning home, I looked exactly the same as ordinary people from the outside, but starting from spring, I felt more and more clearly that I was carrying a big mountain on my back. It was like an old steam engine was installed with the latest model of fuel cylinder.

.Sometimes, people don’t actually need things they don’t use.”

The poet went to see Shade again, and the young stranger showed a clear expression:

"As a poet, your inspiration should be very high, so you can understand some things that ordinary people cannot understand."

"Yes."

Mr. Roland nodded:

"Mr. Watson, since you can understand, then come and listen to my story. This story is not long, but the process is a bit incredible. I hope you can believe me."
Chapter completed!