Novel dusttale translated to English

In a dusty bar

Dust flies in the small but tidy pub. The hand is alone.

Now, cheers to everyone's well-being!

Even if you raise your glass, there is no response. There is nothing we can do because the people who will accept it are all unhappy. It's my fault. I laugh softly for a moment and then slowly pour down the drink in my glass. It has a complex scent first, and then spreads from the front teeth through the oral cavity to the inside of the cervical vertebrae. Even after passing it all, the burning heat lingers inside.

It resembles the temper of the owner of this house. No matter how drunk her right hand was, she did not utter a single word or throw it away, but silently made it up and warmed the person in front of her. It was a fire that was difficult to put out. Should I hold a funeral? Originally, the deceased's ashes should be scattered on items he or she loved while alive, but as long as the two become one, the order would be good. When I drop the few drops left in the glass onto motionless clothes, scarlet stains stick to the ash and stick to the neat white background. Pour another drink into the empty glass.

A cup for you who was burning brightly.

There's nothing wrong with not being able to send off a little more sincerely, but this is not the only friend I spent today. Friends who would laugh and leave the store at a trivial pun, street guys who would make jokes even though they had great titles, idiots who just tried to drink away a life when they couldn't do anything hard, they were all familiar, but what could they do? I couldn't. Even if you go to Hotland with your entire life on your back, the fate of being crushed to dust at the hands of a crazy person is no different. I wish I had gone a little faster and more comfortably on my way to departure.

One drink for all the other friends who believed in me.

I wish I had gone a little faster and more comfortably... Pop... . Would you like a drink too? her? Isn't it just delicious? 'The bitter taste of life'! know. So I wanted to give you only sweet and soft things. no. The taste isn't everything. It's a little more complicated. Smell it and feel it with your skin. Although we don't have skin. It was okay to be a little confused. I should have shared at least a few sips, whether I swallowed it or spit it out. ... Even if it's a human? Heh, I'm not talking about alcohol. You don't even have a body anymore. It would have been less painful than being killed by a human. I know humans well. Some people don't make that effort. And so does my brother. ah. I didn't think of that. Thanks, Pop. I'll try. Just drink this.

One glass for my wonderful brother who was killed by his one and only brother.

I have to go, but my sacrum is heavy. I enjoy bitter drinks and bitter words. I need to get EXP. I need to raise LOVE. I have to kill people. If you kill it, it comes back to life, so you have to kill it again. Like I killed you. Then, if the timeline is reversed again, you have to kill them again from the beginning. He's killing it. That's right. He killed him first. I'm not destroying the world. If we kill and kill, the day will come when humans will give up on changing the timeline and go back. really? I can't give up. It was unfair from the beginning, but through blood and sweat and dust, we got to where we are now. tear? It was no use. Heh, the bones... no! different. He's killing it. That's right. He first... Pop? Where did you go?

One drink for me who has to repeat this.

Isn't it enough to just stop exercising? It's like judging when you're drunk but can't put down your glass. I don't know how fragrant it is anymore, and it's clear that my head has turned, but I just swallow more and more of the bitter, astringent, and fishy stuff. If the bottle is not empty, I will drink it until my stomach is empty.

The last drink is for humans who will face death instead of death.

Dust flies in the small but tidy pub. The hand was always alone.

Hand²

【noun】

① A person who came from somewhere else.

② A person who stopped by while passing by.

③ A person who visits a business such as an inn or restaurant. Guest.

Hand³

【noun】

A ghost that moves around according to the number of days and disturbs people.