与我隔桌对坐的是个巫女。这个自称为巫女的人深得我的信任,所以我才相信了她说过的所有话,即使这次见面是在距离上次她毫无征兆地消失十多年之后。所以,在这样一个平常得不能再平常的下午,我和她这位自称巫女的旧识对坐在图书馆的阅读室里。我在考虑怎样如实交代这个故事才能将故事和盘托出。如果说回忆一件轻松美好的往事让人惬意,那当我回想下面这件事情的 Sitting next to me is a witch. The man who claimed to be a witch won my trust, so I believed everything she had said, even after more than a decade after disappearing last time without warning. So, in such a normal afternoon that no longer seems normal, my old acquaintance, who calls me a witch, sat in the reading room of the library. I’m considering how to confront the story in order to put the story out of it. If it is pleasant to recall a relaxed beautiful past, when I think back to the following matter