Doomsday diary

Anyway, I will stick to it.

Even if the end of the world came, the earth was lonely, the window was messy, and the house was quiet. As if the window separates everything.

There must be a person in the house, sitting alone in the house. An energy-saving lamp that separates the darkness, guards the only territory, and the little man in the room, holding a pen, still never stops, writing the last diary.