That was when I was first in love, and my naive self longed for pure love. Before I met you, I was a girl who loved to dream, and my dreams were all colorful. Although I like colorful colors, I have never noticed the olive green around me. After getting to know you, I also got to know that olive green. Time flies, after I got to know and fell in love with you and your olive green color, you broke up with me and said you wanted to separate. You left without leaving a single word, leaving me only pain, loss, and endless tears. Every day I go to the places we have been together to look for memories, but it seems that the more I look for them, the more I lose. Just when I was extremely disappointed, a letter brought me hope. It was a letter from your place. But when I saw the handwriting, I knew it was not yours. Who was it? How did he know me? ······