The Person I Love Most Is Her

[Landlord] + [President] + [Reality] + [No Harem] + [A Little Abuse] + [Urban Feelings] On a dark and windy night, I met her again. "A guitar, what's wrong with you? You're actually following me?" The rain was getting heavier, but she denied following me. I can't get a taxi in this heavy rain, so I have to reluctantly let her drive me back... Because of a guitar, she and I battled wits and courage. I'm just wondering, how come you, a big landlord and CEO, are so competitive with my guitar? Maybe you like me... "Let me sleep at your place for one night and I'll sell you the guitar tomorrow." "Really?" "Yeah." ……… Should we remain indifferent or struggle with this pale and feeble life... Things are the same and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.