I am not a normal person.
I am emotionally sensitive and therefore very protected,
I have never really tasted the true feeling of love.
I wrote novels based on emotions stolen from other places. The words are gorgeous but empty.
I feel like I'm trapped in an invisible cage, feeling anxious all day long.
Perhaps God was so merciful that he allowed me a shocking dream.
Let me break out of the prison in this big dream and truly bloom for once.
But...
(Originally I wanted to name the book "Bloom", but I kept saying that the title already existed, so I had to use this one first.)
