The fifteen-year-old girl's thoughts were cut in half by the moonlight. Part of it is a collection of questions that smells of ink, and part of it is a secret whisper that grows wildly.
Secret love is a belated echo, a mark that the black cat insists on leaving before leaving, passing by the ear only when death comes.
It wasn't until they reunited in a dream and understood the anonymous letter that a love that started from the end could begin.
Intention: Love is a surrender of reason.