You have a family, you have made friends, you have been in love,
But sometimes you think,
Is family love only created by blood ties?
What is friendship? Is it the mutual contact of souls?
What about love? The sincerity emerging from desire?
Relationship and substance do not seem to necessarily coincide.
Under the umbrella of friendship, you stand on tiptoe to pluck the flowers of love.
Can family ties develop between unrelated people?
Why do you always focus on love? Or succumb to so-called sexual desires.
Just because you are young?
What about friendship? You don't trust anyone, including yourself.
What is everything?
What is there between us?
PS: I'm not very good at classifying.
The protagonist is not pursuing love.
It is to break away from something established.
She was trying to see clearly what love was, what friendship was, or what it should be called outside of that.
Concept: What is beyond love, friendship, and family affection?